Sweet jingles
Sphere of hope and dreams
Queen July
I remember
The drench of your serene clime
Treat of your crispy days
Warm as life
Making our days longer
Our sweet dreams of tomorrow
Only awhile
The transcend of yesterdays
Missing the shadows of ourselves
Sweet July
How frolic and free
Like a phlegm fountain of youth
The pleasant smell of rosebuds
The dawn of the tender seeds
The blooms and blossom of flowers in blush
With it healing frangrance
Crown July
I welcome your winkling rays
Declining softly of my shy greeneries
Sops of your dews which my trees, forest delight
And whirling my ears in bliss
The roar of your stomach
Lashing brisk lights of your hazy face
And drops of your crystal tears
That drones on my weary roof.
This i know the days of abundance
And productivity
Glad tidings
