This month is the best ever month of my life because it has my birthday.
Months are ever coming and going there is nothing a damn thing you can do about it. So just say Happy June and disappear.
May is gone June has come. Welcome it and that’s it do not waste time.
Please, June be nice to us, we are very weak people, do not put us in further difficulty.
Wine and cheese are ageless companions, like aspirin and aches, or June and moon, or good people and noble ventures.
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes and pleasant scents the noses.
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
“On this June day the buds in my garden are almost as enchanting as the open flowers. Things in bud bring, in the heat of a June noontide, the recollection of the loveliest days of the year – those days of May when all is suggested, nothing yet fulfilled.”
It is the month of June,
The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the eyes,
And pleasant scents the noses.