The April showers have petered away
The grass is green, the trees they sway
The branches now long enough to greet
Their counterpart from across the street
The daffodils have gone to sleep followed by the tulips
Soon the bluebells will conform too
But the countryside is alive and so is colour
Back in our lives as far as the eyes can peer
Is this the best time of the year?
Tell me my friend, for let us enjoy it togetherThe sweet smell of Roses, Lilly of the vall
The chatter of the birds as they carry on happily
The gurgling streams, the sunshine, the showers
The thriving wild spring flowers
The flowers, they line the hedge banks
Brightening, softening the green expanse
The ragged robins, daisies and primroses
Is it not time for long country drives
Past the golden Canola fields, a sight to behold and share
The gentle breeze, bright shiny glare
As Spring slowly fades into Summer
The best time of the year is here
‘Tis the month of May
