May

May is like a good friend when she turns up we are glad and we have good times, She is dressed in so many colors as if she has swallowed the arc of a rainbow, She is like a photo album with colorful flowers, rich green grass and blue sky, Magnificent pictures the earth is her garden, her trees snow white in blossom, Her artwork is deep and profound while her canvases are painted for all to see. She has many bottles of perfume all taken from carpets and myriads of flowers, She throws her perfume high into the air and it is caught by warm soft breezes, Essences ride across the land on a spring morning the start of a beautiful day, And her sun shines, watery in a turquoise cloudless sky, her smile is dazzling, A dazzling smile, the most beautiful ever seen, we just stand and stare in awe, Her eyes radiate sunbeams she looks onto hidden valley's and gives bright light, Looks into dark corners she delivers the brightest sunshine of fluorescent gold, The gold is so rich, flowers lean towards that golden beacon, their petals open, Her radiance makes patterns on soft forest floors and springs sparkle and ripple, Dormant winter creatures awake from long slumbers, they nod to the forest queen.