June Bug
Warm breezes floral scents,
School ending summer events.
Preparing for new memories,
Hearing buzzing from the bees.
There is one so pleasant to the eye,
That takes not a flight to the sky,
It would rather stay low to the Earth’s green rug....
That emerald beauty....
The green June bug.
Like, God took a brush, of metalic and gold....
And told the pest, to go fly and be bold.
He gave it a year to rummage our yards,
Overripe and rotten fruit, this bug will guard.
A feast all season to its delight...
Until it takes its final flight.
Some may see nuisance, but their purpose to me....
A reminder of God’s mind......
making this small beauty.
Raven
