May


May
The beautiful trees beaming with sunshine streamers above.
Takes a while for my may to come.
Within my time.

The trees always talk while blooming
Sends chills between my bones up and down
To listen with awe.

Ivy brings the scent of the old
Brewing the new time keeping me stable
Soft in my heart

And the new time has arrived and bloomed
The new beginning within my control
Who will I be?

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