Villanelle 6: 'do Not Get So Rough On The Buds Of May' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Do not get so rough on the buds of May,
Slight drizzles only for unopened blooms,
They may take the rains, when they could someday;

No longer just sprouts, yet not to array
As the grown flowers, wrongly some presumes,
Do not get so rough on the buds of May;

Do gently part their boughs, to show someway,
What so fine beauties nature sweetly grooms,
They may take the rains, when they could someday;

Like babies that cry, taken far away,
Buds are such newborns, barely out of wombs,
Do not get so rough on the buds of May;

Foresight, oh brother, delineate that day,
Look far ahead before the picture looms,
They may take the rains when they could someday;

For soon they will be flowers that display,
To bare their charms, or exude their perfumes,
Do not get so rough on these buds of May,
They may take the rains when they could someday.