"June"

Sol raises his golden head
from pillow of cloud and azure bed
Stately pines, emerald bedecked
at passing winds do genuflect
mounted on their greening slopes
gems in an airy kaleidoscope
water white, a crashing rebel
against its rocks and nomad pebbles
June in all her flawless glamour
makes my common senses clamor
splendor of the departing spring
giving my heart the desire to sing
the praises of our Creator Lord
Whose adoration my strength affords
And worship to the Only One
Who makes the sky, the earth, and sun
Can we who witness this be still
And not the earth His praises fill?
Perish the thought the rocks cry out
And nature rob the privilege to shout
The honor of our God and King
Let us give our hearts' offerings.