Under the Spell of May

I hear the bees collecting pollen in a frenzy
From the freshly bloomed acacia trees that smell heavenly
The wind carries the white flower scent, and they begin the most romantic dance
One that I haven’t felt in ages.
They whirl together, and the wind blows strongly
While the acacia scent takes whatever form its new lover offers.
The wind blows harder while the acacia aroma surrenders again and again
Reaching deeper grounds and holes in the ground.
It caresses the trees
Kisses the roses
Intoxicates the birds
And blesses the butterflies.
On humans, it has the same effect as it did since the beginning of times
Healing us from the inside out.
They are both enraptured in this dance.
Without even noticing where one begins and the other one ends.
I long for a love like theirs
Where 2 meet to become one again and again