He sails over the oceans.

Near the path laughing
Flowers, the hidden voice
Of a child.
Smiling in mid June.

And as eyes travel
The hidden color blue.
Is it my favorite I
Guess you’ll see.

When we’re out playing
 in the hot sun, while
The gravel absorbs our
Fun.

Balloons of many colors
Fill the air. The joy of water
Splashes everywhere.

And when your near
My mouth widens even
More. And whisper the
Joy of a smile in mid June.