May comes dancing but once a year,
the dancing month,
the sky light and high,
the birch trees bursting.
May is daisy time, and cowslip and primrose and harebell and dancing anemones.
Deep down in the meadow grass,
they’re all dancing with delight,
ringing her bells,
the silver trunks lordly and slim,
their branches and silvery twigs
dancing too to the tune of Spring.
~Elsa Beskow, from Around the Year