May

May you be the season
That autumn loves to loathe.
May you be the reason
For clouds to part and pour.

May you be the answer

For all minds to wander free.
May you be the river
That quenches every tree.

May you be the tale

Of a thousand gleeful faces
May you be a poem
Found in hidden, tender places.

May you have wings

That teach you how to soar
May you win all fights with peace
And never keep a score.

May you be the eternal flame

That burns from within
May you find an ocean inside
May you learn to swim.