Dear June,

This morning, I’m sitting by the balcony. The tree reaches out to me,
and two little birds are nesting near the tip of its longest branch.
They’re calling out, inviting me to greet them.

It’s been raining… and they’ll have to face storms these days…
but this morning, they’re still here,
singing their song, and the world listens.

P.S. I’m sending you an invitation to join our life’s dance.
We can dance, and the world can watch us.
Would you like to dance with me?
Will you come and be my June?

Yours,
May