Life Is Like a Maypole

The Maypole is as the Pillar of the community, Wrapped by ribbons of love. To be wrapped in love that comes from above; Is all I am thinking of. It happens in May the spring of the year; And by many this festivity is held near and dear. New birth, new life; the birthing of a soul, Is represented here by the Maypole. Mayday, Mayday; new beginnings is on the way. It all springs forth as a new dawn begins, And then the Maypole festivities comes to an end. Around the same time the very next year; All of the festivities... reappear. Just as life cycles, so does this day, I wonder will it ever go away. Mayday, Mayday; it will never end, As your life transitions, a new one begins. Penned 2/10/2015