Spring Poem

Nothing so rare as a day in June,
the air so fine and the blossoms all blue.

The weather just perfect, the skies never gray
The bugs always buzzing and the tree's seem to sway

The sun beats so warmly on the tenderness of my skin,
and the birds..they fly, far away in the wind,

June is the month that carries a tune,
it's beautiful melody floats like a balloon.
Nothing So Rare As A Day In June by Danielle Owens @FamilyFriendPoems

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