May Flower Poem by Nikhila Churia

Now let me say;
A story of the month of may;
Of a flower that bloomed;
And was very well groomed.

In the breeze she swayed;
Spreading fragrance, so sweet;
Dancing happily she stayed;
Laughing in sheer delight.

She stood happily;
With her head held high;
While the wind moved snappily;
Other flowers let out a sigh.

Everyone was spellbound;
With her beauty, so divine;
And when the moon was around;
She spread the sweetness of wine.

Light glided across her;
While she shined with all might;
Like a dew, so pure;
In the blanket of night.

In the night, she is cradled;
In the arms of the sky;
Waiting for the light to be ladled;
By the sun so high.