May Morning Poem by Paul Reed

Ah, May morning!
Where sunlight dances in the air,
Where the birds sing without a care,
Where my troubles are left behind me there,
May morning, so sweet;

May morning,
Rarer than a diamond found,
More precious than if hewn from the ground,
With joy and happines all around,
May morning, so fair;

May morning,
Where time hangs so briefly still,
Whose charms would surely cure all ill,
Let my lungs with your freshness fill,
May morning, all mine;

May morning
Bid me your pleasant farewell,
As the clouds begin to swell,
I will not your secrets tell,
May morning, so pure.