I bow to the ground...

Every year, the Queen of Seasons,
Spring arrives in pomp and state.
Yet this May there's special reason
To rejoice and celebrate.

Thunderstorms, with wild elation,
Quicken juices, speed up growth.
On this first day of creation
Sunlight floods the pregnant earth.

Forests issue fragrance heady,
Grasses' smell is spicy sweet,
Lakes that sparkle in the meadow
With spring waters are replete.

Overnight the tree buds sprouted
As glad news the village reached:
War is over, foes surmounted,
Greet the Day of Victory !
8 of May.

Full of song and jubilation,
17 of May.
Spring and May...
Sowers went into the fields.
On this first May of creation
Earth's womb open up for 
Celebration's.