As the April showers lash
A respite from the summer heat,
Now time for summer blossoms,
As if on cue,
the bare trees,
puts on green, fresh leaves.
And in few days,
decks itself up,
with beauteous red blooms,
May Flowers.
The red colour, so deep,
One can get lost in it,
An aroma, a smell,
so faint,
yet, felt from a distance.
As the may flowers,
fills the air,
all that is heard is,
the buzz of the bees,
songs of a sun bird.
Pretty are the trees,
but, splendid are the trees,
With mayflowers.
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