June, Summers here at last
Long warm sunny days, with birdsongs and happiness
June, Summers here at last
I don’t want praise songs
don’t give me hymns
just birds on the wire
and sun on my limbs
No need for daisy chains
no tales of dew
June walks in quiet
and I walk too
I drink from the silence
not made for show
feet in the garden
letting things grow
No call to beauty
no reach for grace
just heat on the brickwork
and time in its place
If I say nothing
that’s part of the plan
I’m not performing
I am who I am.
just Happy summer is here at last
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