June will be blue in the morning Still then until without warning Commencing to intensity The daily sweeping of the sky Comes through the blue immensity When the afternoon wind swings by Here where I am in this valley I tie my hat on and go see What the wind slings up my alley Things as it swings it brings for free Like this report card that went hard When sent down then took off and went By wind to end up in my yard By which no disrespect was meant Then when the wind blows in it knows What it must do just where what goes The wind does what it has to do I know because I do it too It brings me things and I will see More before it swings by for me Until I too will blow away Come afternoon of some June day Steven Curtis Lance