Mother nature is our May in disguise. She gives birth to all of her creations while mortal mothers enjoy the day when they became responsible for another beating soul. May wears the emerald stone precisely around her ring finger on her vibrant left hand to portray to the earth that she has divorced from the tiring rainy days of April, and has fallen in love with the bright sunny days of June. May dresses in an elegant dresses that sweeps the grass floors and welcomes nature to her grasp Her auburn hair dances within the crevices of the moistened wind. May once again restores life.
A Little Poem for the Month of May
April 23, 2009