May Flower of Dreams

Twilight sparkled defying its usual gravity, Sun followed in full riot, Blue yonder oozed ozone, making for full soulful breaths, The slumbering baby in cradle, forgot about the feed, as he enjoyed the cool breeze, flowing everywhere and all along, it was so good that he wanted to sleep on, all those walking were on trot, energy flowed and gushed, spreading like an infectious dream, the green and lush carpet, and verdant forest were turing greener, with every passing moment, the flowers were in more than bloom, not just smiling but laughing all along, a riot of colors specked the green, it looked as if all was silk and stin, starred like those that hung above far beyond, the sleeping baby was in deep dreams, incomprehensible and distorted dreams, which had no meaning that could be understood at all, somewhere some how a may flower branch, swayed in spring ego and , casted an unwanted shadow on cradle, branch was not meaning bad, it had the baby in sight, and to render its fragrance it was fighting bad, it was doing its job quite allright, suddenly a wind shower turned tight, and shook may flower branch to bitter plight, branch lost its flowering to ground, baby was covered in a flower shower abound, it was then it woke up and cried, looked around and saw spring, afterall mayflower had been baby's flower for may, it had brought the baby the spring, who enjoying it stopped crying, and began to sing.