That Perfect Day in May

Heaven shall be that perfect day in May
When the leaves have newly unfolded
And they impress upon you a sense
That the whole world has changed in one instant.
The roses shall be in full bloom
And scent the forest with subtle perfume
Not overbearing, but natural.
The black snake shall slither upon the path
And it shall have a joyful jubilance
And a tiny little life imbued within it
And feed upon the dust;
No one shall be frightened by him.
The ivy shall not be poisonous
And shall give forth its hips
In scrumptious berries, 
Twelve kinds, to the ever changing
Seasons of Heavenly flora.