June

There's something wrong about the weather
It's that it seems too right
You'd think life can't get any better
Really,I tell you it won't

We reach a culmination and we fall into recline
My path's a senseless fraction
Of the twirling never-ending time
My life is God's distraction
He takes us all so lightly
Like the millionaire the dime

But who believes that there's September
when you smell the scents of bloom
Who'd expect the green to fade to amber
And foresee some ugly, scary doom
Who but the child of September?

Temptation holds us into living
not virtue, but the never ending sin,
all the sticky bliss we find in breathing
that makes us deep and clean within

Until the bees are here to hum
I'll gladly bless the sun
for all the joys it lets me see
for all the shine and all the glee
for the green leaves on the tree
I'll bless it till it's June
And after that away with me...