Young Writers Society

In the quiet valley,
the mayflowers bloom,
filling the air with their sweetness.
They wave in the breeze;
clothed with beauty and innocence.
It’s in their hearts that they give,
asking nothing in return
except acceptance and love.
But they are so delicate!
As the sun goes down
 their heads began to droop;
far too weak to dance in the wind.
They start to sigh
and begin to dream;
falling into sleep.
The spring slowly passes,
and so do they.
How empty it is without their ethereal beauty!
Yet the seasons go on,
and one day in a quiet valley
the mayflowers will bloom;
although they can never be the same
as the ones before.