One morning in June

One morning, one morning,
One morning in June.
I watched a young gardener,
plying his wares.
Potted plants and creepers,
a few flowers here and there.
On a terrace where hope,
Oft withered to despair.

One morning, one morning,
one morning in June....
The buds they are planted
Maybe they'll bloom.
Or like the evergreens,
stand silently mute.
testimony to Nature,
unflinchingly resolute.

One morning, one morning,
One morning in June.
My thoughts wandered
on the wings of a view.
Chasing the words....
Following a tune....