June is coming in,
The air is saying so.
You feel I in the wind
And in the ground you sow.
June is bursting past;
The flowers all agree.
Spring never seems to last
Throughout this month carefree.
Spring starts to worry
When time is running low.
Afraid for rains showers,
As the sun begins to show.
June is full of love,
The birds are singing of.
So everywhere you peek,
You feel it quite so meek.
June is finally here.
The roses are in bloom.
Sweet I their perfumes
Dispersed throughout the air.
Now that June has come,
Pearls, roses do adorn me.
I will now be at peace
While the years decrease.
written by Evelyn Creon
Comments