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The Beauty Of May
I want these words to stick,
to the insides of your brains.
As they trickle through your thoughts,
upon the season of April rains.
Imagine if for a season,
summer would never arrive.
The green grass that we hope for,
stays brown then slowly dies.
No flowers to see bloom,
or buds growing in the trees.
Branches bare for no reason,
A summer with no leaves.
Cold grey skies upon us,
nothing planted outside will grow.
No outdoor chores to partake of,
some may like this part, who knows?
Thinking this thought one day,
the reason I don't know why?
Maybe I was pondering things we take for granted,
in our life time before we die.
Not wanting to leave you somber,
by the words written on this day.
Be thankful when spring is upon us,
as the beauty is restored this May.