JUNE

To have woke to the sound of a bird

The sky bright yellows and blue

The song as sweet as any ever heard

As much it takes to be with you.

The sun may shine as bright as can be

Never taking away from the breeze

You’ll lay awake in the heat all day

The most wonderful thing you’ll ever see

The shining, blowing, glowing trees.

Thank goodness for what comes past May.

The summer sky, with no clouds in sight,

trees shade the sun from children’s eyes,

They skip and run with smiles so bright.

The wind may blow the kite that flies.

Warm air smells of lemons and grass,

Sprinklers run and twist and turn

Air conditioning blows you out to the street

Nights grow shorter and days will pass.

Bonfires lose their will to burn.

The winter is coming, best to turn up the heat.