Glad Day Poem by Cyprian Ogeto

It's already after time mid June,
The sixth month of the equinoctial,
The solar year halfway,
This glad June day grants me hope.

The day is fair,
A gentle breeze flashes from the east,
The sun's rays just gleam beyond the skyline,
This glad June day grants me hope.

The birds chirp and chant their melody,
Harmony created from the chant, it's not a tragedy,
Their faces beams, conjuring the brightness of the sun,
This glad June day grants me hope.

The trees are calm,
Within them a balm,
Enjoys the earth's serene,
Of this nature to me a medicine.