In late May's embrace, a season's dance,
When blossoms blush in a tender trance,
Whispers of warmth in the gentle breeze,
As nature's symphony weaves among the trees.
The sun's golden rays linger long,
Kissing the earth with a radiant song,
Painting the skies with hues of fire,
As daylight stretches, reaching higher.
The flowers bloom, a colorful array,
Their fragrant perfumes on display,
But time is fleeting, and soon 'twill wane,
As May surrenders to the season's change.
With each passing day, a subtle sigh,
As May bids farewell, a heartfelt goodbye,
Yet memories linger, like stars at night,
In the tapestry of time, woven bright.
The days grow longer, shadows grow short,
As May's tender touch, we must report,
Fades softly into the summer's glow,
And into the history, it will bestow.
So raise a toast to the end of May,
For the joys it brought on its brief stay,
And as we bid adieu, we shall not weep,
For the memories cherished, we shall keep.
Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model
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