It came as fresh as never
Serene, atmosphere hosting gratitude,
There is elation of love in the air.
There is sound of melody in songs,
It is the Era we laid haste and wait,
The dream we don't wanna wake.
She is the story we don't want to end.
The garden we leave not in haste,
She is the pride of her clan, as Joseph to the rest eleven.

I care for nothing that the aura of her presence,
I care for nothing than the gaze of her eyes.
I care for nothing than the echo of her voice,
She, with me is everything, nothing Matters to me.
Her children are desires of hearts beautiful and lovely full of reasons ,
Other women envy her,
She is not above, for pride is not her kind,
She is not beneath so non can trample on her Dignity.
It is JUNE!
It is JUNE!
It is June I love.
HAPPY JUNE TO THE JUNE CHILDREN.