‘The Joys of June’
The flowers are tall this time of year and swaying in the breeze.
The flowers bounce and sway, driven by the breeze.
The flowers are there all fresh and clean
Red and yellow and white open on top of leaves of green.
There are pinks and purples and orange flowers too.
The butterflies flit about, land, then they do their dance.
If you ask me why I love it so, and sing this happy tune,
Brother Bill
Their colors are bold and bright and waving as you please.
The wind gusts blow them over, till they almost touch the ground.
The butterflies dance and flutter, and try to hang around.
The winds high above move scattered clouds on by.
Down below it blows the treetops dry.
It sometimes seems as though they’re trying hard to please.
Nestled among them are others bathed in blue.
I sit here watching, spellbound, as though I’m in a trance.
It’s because the flowers are at their best when we share the joys of June.
