And the Farmer said…
“Ya know, the old Strawberry Moon shows its ripe face in June
While the stars decorate the nights sky
It’s a two-view cosmic happening, like having pie and eating it too
You may call me a romanticist if you wish kids or simply a nature eyed guy
Don’t hold your breath for the rosy, red color
To catch it, it first must be flung
You won’t hear the strings of violins vibrate
Unless some kindly fiddlers come
Remember this month’s a seasoned game changer
As Spring gracefully bows… then bounces away
When Summer wins back center stage
And age closely resembles resilience again
All hearts are asked out to play
The old Strawberry Moon says it’s okay!”