Song Birds

More Than May

The Rose is growing more and more

Each passing day.

As the tears of rain wash the pain

Away.

The waterfalls fall upon you as you

Stand in place.

Although cleansing and refreshing

It takes you to bay.

As your roots grab a hold of

The earth.

Your blossoms open to express your

Mirth.

All this takes place in more months

Than just, the month of May.



August 11, 2009

By: Cathy Young