A hush of aqua sky leans low, Where petals drift and colours grow, The breeze collects their whispered tune— Soft footsteps of a careless June. White daisies laugh among the swirls, Their stems like dancers’ ribbons twirl, Confetti blooms in gentle flight, A garden stirred by silent light. Tall grasses sway with painted grace, Bees hum through air they barely chase, Each stroke of wind, a fleeting friend— A summer breath that will not end.