April is gone. Now, it is May. Splashes of color paint the landscape, in the pouring rain. Garlands of pink cherry blossoms hang down against green trees, like ornaments, on a proscenium stage. Tiny yellow leaves appear, on trees, as babies, waiting to mature.
Sunshine jolts my moody spirit, where deep thoughts reside. It illuminates the sky, and all below. The moon shuns its glare, when night falls, at the end of the day. On Earth, May will stay, until June arrives.
On Tiffany Creek 