In Season Cyrch Chwta My style

The strawberry moon’s in season; June nights are so sweet a reason let’s be a bit of a heathen; A period of deletion sunlight and stars left uneven; Due to that dark sky’s depletion we bathe in a later sunset; It’s no secret celebration; Summer sends gentle perfumed air nothing else can really compare; Tendrils of flowers in her hair, into dramatic eyes we stare; Taunted thunderstorms are so fair, you can’t control them so beware, Enjoy fruits brought to the table; For unstable you should prepare.