In June.

The warm sunny air trembles
so June fresh and summer soft
in the light and caressing flicker
about the field's flower-filled bosom.

The colorful flowers
surrounded by insects
waiting with open arms and enjoying
every breath that passes over the field

while the Butterfly soars
in its summer play and makes its appearance

in the waves of the blossoms,
where the fragrance rises spicy sweet,
and the air gently trembles
so June fresh and summer soft.

© TsL. 2023
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