There is something about May nights
When it is quiet and cool
And you hear the growth in the wind
It is easy to get lost in the lulling blackness
Of lush valleys of tall grass
With a warm and earthy smell emanating from its coolness.
The sounds are low and far away.
The moon may or may not be there
It’s getting harder to tell through the thickening trees
Ripening just as light hits its apex
Keeping you in darkness
But in May there’s just enough night light
And night bright
To walk through the world and see yourself right
It’s easier to breathe Mother Nature
And the dew point contrasts the
Mayday boiling points
With deftness and ease
And soft rustles of trees
There’s no destination
Or path of right and wrong
the music of natures conversation
All long, cool, quiet night, long.