“Your verse blooms like dawn’s first light, nurturing trust’s eternal, tender, sacred, and bold flight.”

The alchemy of May, so sweet, so bright,
Transforms the dark to golden light.
Petals dance on zephyrs’ breath,
A whispered promise, life and death.

In hands that till the sacred ground,
Where seeds of faith in silence sound,
The earth responds with tender grace,
A sacred trust, a sacred place.

Oh, may we tend with gentle art,
The fragile trust within each heart.
For in the dance of sun and rain,
We find the alchemy again.