In the tender glow of the golden hour's grace,

We chased the fleeting light, a somber chase.

For the contest's call, a siren's sweet defeat,

With dreams in hand, we stood, we dared to meet.

The sun, a fiery guardian in the sky's vast dome,

A symbol of time's march, to futures unknown.

The shutter's click, a frozen frame of time,

A battle waged in silence, a mountain climbed.

No encore as the college chapter unfolds,

Beyond these hallowed walls, in tales untold.

The contest's door now shut, the chance has flown,

Yet in the day's bright light, new seeds are sown.

In this poignant loss, a hidden sweetness lies,

In every shared laughter, in every heartfelt sigh.

The bond we forged, the team's unwavering cheer,

A legacy of moments, infinitely dear.

We captured not just photons in our lens' span,

But the glow of friendship, a radiant clan.

Though victory's sands slipped through eager hands,

Our golden hour shines on, in life's vast lands.