A bird flies across
The grey skies flapping its wings
To beseech rain Gods
At the end of May
The tulips of Amsterdam
Will bow down and die
First monsoon showers
Ushered in with mirth and glee
Trees too are dust free
As May fades away
Cherries berries and other fruit
Are sighted in June
Sandra Martyres
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