The leaves are budding across the land
on the ash and oak and hawthorn trees.
Magic rises around us in the forest
and the hedges are filled with laughter and love.
Dear lady, we offer you a gift,
a gathering of flowers picked by our hands,
woven into the circle of endless life.
The bright colors of nature herself
blend together to honor you,
Queen of Spring,
as we give you honor this day.
Spring is here and the land is fertile,
ready to offer up gifts in your name.
We pay you tribute, our Lady,
daughter of the Fae,
and ask your blessing this Beltane.
**Poem found on About.com. I claim no ownership of this writing.**