My daddy is a dragonfly, My mamma is a butterfly
I was born in July to fly, not to cry
Anywhere the four winds blow is my home
Afraid not of garden gnomes
Oh, the colors of summer, slumber with a number
Under blue skies, time to say new goodbyes
As old as the sun
Remember this lovely memory with such reverie
Thunder and lightning only happen in the soul
It makes you whole or makes you old, I have been told
Oh, firefly, firefly, say goodnight to stars in the night,
Be not so contrite
Magpie, magpie, sing the July’s fire of life
The moonlight is like a lover’s moonshine when it is time
The river rolls quietly through the gentle night
The summer’s breeze turns to fall’s leaves
Relieves me, no lies to cry
I was born in July to fly, not to die
The fire of life, the light of desire
To make you mine, a delightful rhyme
My sweet paradigm of life
July’s Fire of Life, All Rights Reserved, Richard A. Peña © 2020