In the gentle embrace of May’s tender morn,
Where blossoms wake and new dreams are born,
The whispers of spring in soft hues unfold,
As nature’s palette paints stories untold.

Beneath the canopy of the bright azure sky,
The melodies of birds in harmony fly,
Each note a promise, a sweet serenade,
Echoing through fields where shadows fade.

The dance of the leaves in the gentle breeze,
A symphony of whispers among the trees,
In May’s gentle touch, all worries cease,
In her tranquil arms, we find our peace.

With every dawn, a new hope in sight,
May’s gentle heart bathes the world in light,
In her embrace, we find solace and stay,
Cherishing the grace of her gentle sway.