The cool winds of May are here
They are still ever calm
I have to go on, they whisper
The fresh breeze of May is here
The weather is tricky; it rains, it shines
I have to go on, it whispers
The flowers blossom, the vegetation is green
The driest of months are dead... the rains were born
After the fall, there will always be the rise
I have to go on, they all whisper
After all, May is here
© Namatsi Lukoye
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