May Twenty Third Twenty Twenty

Butterflies bother the flowers for a taste A lazy day with birdsong in the air My meadow and gardens have not a care Fairies and bunnies with no semblance of haste The fern are hiding from the afternoon sun Lamb’s ear and Queen Anne’s lace showing their shine I sink into the yard, glad that she’s mine Pretty monarch’s colors could pretty much stun A variety of bees arriving now Wasps fly out to let bees have their own room Grasshopper hops and moths leave with a zoom My garden and yard are a giant wow It is May twenty-third, twenty twenty. I give my thanks for this beautiful day And these heavenly creatures flying my way We have much –God and health, which is plenty.