More Than May
The Rose is growing more and more
Each passing day.
As the tears of rain wash the pain
Away.
The waterfalls fall upon you as you
Stand in place.
Although cleansing and refreshing
It takes you to bay.
As your roots grab a hold of
The earth.
Your blossoms open to express your
Mirth.
All this takes place in more months
Than just, the month of May.
August 11, 2009
By: Cathy Young
