I find the very thought of the month of May very gay, in the older sense of this word. The wintry darkness lifted, the flowers bursting forth, and for my writerly soul, the word lends itself to an airy dance.
In May, we swoon and sway
Come May, night give way to day
What else can I say?
Pray, play, and spray away the gray
May is A-Okay
That kind of gay^. Let the bloom of new creativity beam over you, like sunshine’s ray.
Feeling silly positive, and wishing to spread May all over the bay...
And listen, you everywhere yearning for the day we'll all breath free:
We need such fay sentiments right now. Okay?