Modal Muse
The "may" of springtime whispers soft,
A gentle breeze upon the bough,
While "can" the birds their songs aloft,
With joyous tunes, a vibrant flow.
"Must" the sun its rays impart,
On sleepy earth, a golden glow,
"Should" we embrace this work of art,
And let our hearts with joy o'erflow.
"Will" the moon its silver light,
Across the night, a gentle beam,
"Could" we wish for dreams so bright,
And in its glow, a peaceful scheme.
"Would" we linger, lost in time,
As stars above, a twinkling dance,
"Might" we find a verse sublime,
And sing of love, a second chance.
These modals weave a tapestry,
Of moods and modes, a vibrant hue,
From "may" to "might," a symphony,
Of words that sing, and words that do.