Summer Solstice

IT IS TIME

There comes a time
somewhere
in the midst of June.

When Mother Earth
shakes out
her blanket of warm
sweet existence.

Whispering, it is time.

Queue the rhythmic
sounds of bees;
busily pollinating
everything in sight.

And everything
is as it should be.

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