It Is Raining On People With Angels and Flowers

Today, Heaven made its wings out of the clouds, and it's raining on people with angels and flowers, The sun is red like a bashful child, and the field is filled with poppy flowers dancing in the breeze. A ray, wanting to be chicer, has associated discreet with a daisy, because both had the same thought; to be tiaras for those on earth. The trees are dressed in fresh green, A spring wind, whistles a ballade for panpipes, The birds gather in choirs and chirp a new song. It's May, and I am happy! Every night I dance with the stars, I'm thinking of Eternal Spring, A drop of Heaven smoothly dripped into my soul, Ah, how beautiful the month of May is!