My Deightful Day

On a sunny day,

In June or July,

I like to sit down and write,

Under an peach tree,

Sometimes I sneak a bite.

I write and write,

Till my mind tires,

Then I fall asleep,

Dreaming of sugarplums,

Dancing in my sleep,

My mind wanders, dreamily.

Oh, I like these days,

Where time is not a problem,

And God’s love reaches down,

Like the rays of June’s warm sun,

Like the rays of June’s warm sun.

The End

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