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Khushi Aug 17
The month of May — oh, may I say —
Holds an ambiguous kind of sway.
The summer sun can sometimes stay,
Or rain may fall and never stray.

It sounds like fun to bathe in light,
But when the splash hits, takes its flight,
It shifts the mood, no end in sight,
Yet still, we chase the warm delight.

It may be all safe and sound,
But may not always stick around.
You can’t deny the changing tune,
For weather shifts from sun to moon.

So swallow hard and step outside,
Prepare to face the crying sky.
Yet when the rain falls down to play,
Its scent can take you far away.

The feel of drops upon the skin,
To cleanse the sorrow buried within.
The joy of flowers in the showers,
Though May’s soft grace may not be ours.
May teaches us that joy and sorrow often arrive hand in hand. Its skies remind us to embrace change, whether it comes as sunlight or rain .This piece is a reminder that even uncertainty can hold its own kind of grace.
Pavel Rup Mar 15
Early May greens the poplars tall;
And birches wear their earrings bright.
And tender hues embrace the soil,
While ants now crawl the path in sight.
From its hive crawls a sluggish bee—
The sun gifts sparkling rays of light!
Oh, how beautiful life can be,
When warmed by love divine and bright!

— The End —