Juni dances jubilantly, by the twisted dark trunks and through the light meadow green
Kicking up a flurrying marvellous tender snow of freshly fallen jacaranda petals
Soft purple rain surrounds her smiling peachy face and her delicate form pristine
A rarest sight certainly prettier than gleaming alexandrite or any other precious metals
Her fiery cotton candy hair billowing against the wind, like a tiny robin’s gentle plume
As lemon sunlight filtered quaintly from the celestial skies into June second’s full bloom.