Episode 29

A May child, born when blossoms bloom, And sunshine chases winter's gloom, Is full of laughter, light, and grace, With joy reflected in their face.

They skip and dance on dewy lawns, Awakened by the golden dawns. Their hearts are open, pure, and free, As vibrant as a buzzing bee.

They chase the butterflies with glee, Beneath the leafy, verdant tree. And in their eyes, a curious spark, Illuminates the day and dark.