In the soft June morn When life is born Fresh dews like rainbows glisten, With heads bowed down While matins sound: The world in reverence listens.

In the soft June days There’s a lazy haze On distant hills and farmlands; And enchantment there, A mystery where The sky joins with the uplands.

In the soft June rain There’s a heady pain Of lilac scent and fragrant, On growing things A promise clings, Of Creator kind and lenient.

In the soft June sky The clouds go by And smile on efforts wanted, On plowed land Where seeds expand The breath of life is granted.

In the soft June eve Pure nectars breathe To refresh the whole creation; Where His pencil shades The greening glades Are etched for man’s contemplation.

Robert K. Churchill