Honey gold warmth in possession of June;
And jeweled birds sing heaven a soul tune.
Untrimmed hedges, sassy and emerald green,
House creamy butterflies in the noon sheen,
As temperate winds lease the fragrant air,
And riotous buds are blooming everywhere!
But, noon's complexion yet holds mystery,
In pleasant shade of its evolving history,
As the undying, eternal, sweet rhythm repeats,
Such beauty, action and color in its beats!