The First of May by Annette Wynne If I could stay up late no doubt I'd catch the buds just bursting out; And up from every hidden root Would jump a tiny slender shoot; I wonder how seeds learn the way, They always know the very day— The pretty, happy first of May;
So peaceful to rad these poems.
Then I achieved my goal. Thank you
Beautiful and full of joy and so easy to read these poems are both Fresh and Relaxed yet still full of power ! Lovely descriptive ! Serenity
Beautiful!