The air grows soft, the days grow long,
And nature hums a joyful song.
For in this gentle month of May,
The mayflowers peek out on their way.
Beneath the leaves, a hidden grace,
Small, delicate blooms in a quiet space.
With petals white, a fragrant air,
A touch of springtime, sweet and rare.
So let us wander through the wood,
Where mayflowers bloom as well they should.
A simple beauty, pure and bright,
A lovely treasure in the May sunlight.
