July,
Sweet breezes, mild rain
Nature’s healing tune,
The sun rise thru the hills
Painting the whole land gold
Dreamy feels of the poets will
Fall into circles, flatly bold
A happy morning comes, shy
Across the fine horizon
New beginnings beckon to the skies
When clouds flew to oblivion
Welcome July, Heavens gift
Send down your mild showers
Let our wishes high, be lifted
May God’s love help our desires
A new month is birthed
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