May And Its Merits

Flowers and roses get smile In their own time... It's warm and hot At the same time... Nature is brilliant and pretty Simply because that's the way over there... There are still some red anemones Near the rivers' banks anytime... Some shepherds take their sheep Where green grass is... Some take some picnics Here and there... It's that pretty month In which everything and everyone Are felt greatly and wonderfully Over there anytime... ___________________________________________________________________