All is green around and far beyond

Pink, yellow, red all dance around

the fiery and flaming Sun

on this dying summer day

of bliss and games of tag

of nights and crickets black.


Many swear on this holiness

that they would always stay

and be the beacon in the dark

when it’s cold and winter howls.

That winds and tempests die away

but hearts that swore are always one.


In the grass of innocence, I pray

to witness storms and thunders

brought by angry clouds gray.

Just to keep on lying to my heart

that those who swore will not betray.

And June will be June for ever

with its smiles and soothing rain.


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