If I had one month to last all year it would be June
Living like Algonquins ‘neath the full strawberry moon
Resting on a grassy carpet laid beneath my feet
While daises and white lilies emanate an odor sweet
Of course I would go back in time, back to a simpler age
With wondrous natural beauty rolling hills and scarlet sage
As streams cascade past waterfalls ‘neath skies of azure blue
While mountains painted forest green deep piety imbue
How wonderful the world could be and just how opportune
If we could live a hundred years blessed by the days of June
But nature never would agree and has no alibi
As time continues passing and tomorrow starts July
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What a wonderful poem, really enjoy it. Thank you.