Born of June

Beneath the sunlit crown of June, I came alive, Where the days stretch long, and fireflies thrive. This is the month of tender bloom and stormy skies, Of golden warmth, yet shadows where truth lies. June, for love, for loss, for longing untold, Its story whispers in hues of green and gold. The air is sweet with elderflower and summer's start, Yet heavy rains can cleanse or break a heart. I love its mornings kissed with dew, A promise of life, fresh and new. But hate the heat that clings and binds, The weight of sun that scorches minds. I’d change the pace of time in June, Let twilight linger beneath the moon. For here, the world moves fast and slow, A paradox only June-borns know. History breathes in every breeze, Of battles won and lives that seized The spark of hope in summer’s glow, While fleeting moments softly go. June is for beginnings, blessings, and boldness bright, For chasing dreams bathed in soft twilight. It's for freedom’s call and fearless leaps, For prayers whispered where the willow weeps. Its spirit lies in the hum of bees, In wildflowers swaying with the trees. Its song is the laughter of children at play, The pitter-patter of rain at the edge of day. But June carries secrets in its folds, Of fleeting youth and stories untold. Its fear: the fleeting time it grants, A dance that ends before the dance. Yet joy is born where it begins, In the endless hope its sunlight spins. For those of June, like me, are born to see The beauty in brevity, in what will never be. So here I stand, a child of June’s breath, Balancing life, love, and death. A month of light, and storms that loom, A soul in bloom beneath the moon.