The poem May Day by American poet Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933) has lovely imagery. Though it seems to end on a melancholy note, you can think of it in light of appreciating the time on earth we have…
A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
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