as a day filled with glory and dismay
there it comes the light of our day
not to soon but holding away
for it is not there for long, to stay
just a little while it'll come our way
joyous days can make us gay
with fields so green and barns stacked hay
children so young come out to play
jumping and screaming shouting "hooray!"
grown ups watching, quietly they lay
and this all happened in the month of May