Mystery lay within the blooms of May,
As it stirs in bare boned branches.
Let cattle roam a world from home,
But know they’d be just as happy at the ranch.
Take me away upon your wings
Beseech to me a song to sing
To relieve the aching Reality brings
So merrily in her stride.
Promising spring, Our Virgin Mother
Grows in blooming as the green man swoons
The presence of the wood nymphs sets his heart alight,
As he joins in dancing the first dance of life into the world a new.
– David Lacey
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