The gentle breeze whispers tales of spring,
As blossoms dance and robins sing,
In gardens lush, new life takes flight,
Under the sun’s warm, golden light.

May paints the skies in hues so bright,
With emerald leaves that catch the light,
Each morning dew, a crystal clear,
Reflecting hope, dispelling fear.

The world awakens, fresh and new,
With every dawn, a different hue,
In fields of green, where flowers bloom,
Dispelling all the winter’s gloom.

This month of May, a time to start,
To heal the soul and mend the heart,
Embrace the change, let worries cease,
And find in nature, perfect peace.