June claimed my sister's birthday
With glittering jewel of sunshine
So soon after my birthday in May
Passing red tulips and spring wind of mine

But all I could sadly afford
Was cheap earring in fake sliver
Could not even get fool's gold
Much less for a believer

Carved in angel wings
Delicate and weak as it seem
Free in high note it sings
Pair of the earring pawn as a team

Opening the present, it dawns
Quick, doesn't the lighting strikes
Shown on her face as she frowns
At the tip of her tongue is yikes

But I can't stop the smile at bay
When she wears them everyday