In the gentle touch of May’s embrace,
The world awakens with a tender grace.
Blossoms bloom, the skies turn blue,
A symphony of life, so fresh and new.

The whispering breezes carry dreams,
Through fields and forests, by the streams.
Nature’s canvas, painted bright,
May’s arrival, pure delight.

Sunlit mornings, dewdrops gleam,
Each day a whispered, hopeful theme.
Birds sing songs of joy and cheer,
May’s presence, ever dear.

With every fragrant, blooming flower,
Comes a promise of the hour.
May’s soft touch, a gentle sweep,
In her arms, our hearts to keep.