‘Tis the month of May
And the clouds are gray.
Spring is almost over,
In time, it will be summer.
The rains and showers pour softly
During night and day,
Early in the morning,
Mists cover the valley.
Over the hills and the mountains,
The trees sway and dance in the coldness of rain.
The shrubs are still verdant green,
The wildflowers are alive once again.
In the meadow, butterflies fly by,
And a gracious hummingbird
come frolicking before thine eyes!
Glorious is this month of May,
Gracious Lord, we thank You
Day by day!