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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