"THE LINES OF MAY  O autumn song Favourite lute, Rose of the Vale Priceless jewel, evening rhymes  Purest gold, precious diamond Crystal goblet, band of stars Morning dew, charming butterfly  My treasure trove, and the dove that soars Your angelic face beams with the purest light like the sun at noon and the moon at night Like trillions of new-born shooting stars across the blue ©Waya James Agok "