The land is pregnant, ripe with promise.
The grass sways to the pulse of a caressing breeze.
The sky is fiery whispering rain may fall.
And trees stretch their limbs in silent celebration.
Deer birth, bringing new life to the earth.
Heartbeats slow, eyes close, the past eases,
Peace quietly settles the burdened soul.
Perfect peace!
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Those moments of peace renew our spirits.
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This is why I love May so much. It’s my favorite month. There’s so much promise.
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Yes, May is a time of promise,
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