The Season of Mai Blossoms

Beneath the skies of golden hue,

The Mai blooms bright, its petals new.

A gentle breeze, a fragrant air,

A sign of spring beyond compare.

Its yellow glow, so soft, so pure,

A beauty timeless, strong, and sure.

Each flower whispers, light and free,

Of hope and joy, of harmony.

It graces branches, proud and high,

A golden sun against the sky.

Its quiet charm, a calm delight,

Transforms the world in morning light.

Through fields and streets, its colors gleam,

A living poem, a fleeting dream.

The Mai unfolds, a sacred art,

That stirs the soul and warms the heart.

O season sweet, so short, so rare,

You teach us life is meant to share.

For like the Mai, we bloom, we fade,

But leave behind the joy we’ve made.