Sometimes In June

Sometimes in June It was a lovely June morning; Little woolly clouds drifted high up in the sky, The air was full of sweet scents, Small groves and groups of trees, Silence like little lambs. It was a lovely June morning; Day had broken, Cold and gray, Exceedingly cold and gray, No sun nor hint of sun, It was a clear day. It was a lovely June morning; I gazed about other creatures in solitary, An intangible pall over the face of other creatures, Subtle gloom that surrounded man’s life, The joyous in the mist of other nature, Deep thought and tearful happy, Slowly blush the past event away. By Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.