The white flower blossoms
catch my eye.
The green leaves
are soothing to the eye.
Named after Maia,
the Goddess of Growth,
May is a special month.
They say its flower
is lily of the valley.
In my vision,
lily of the valley
floral wreaths adorn
Maia's head,
garland her neck,
decorate her wrists,
dance at her ankle.
Beautiful write. Flowers of any types are always beautiful and special.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this x Beautiful!