April
Ushering in the tepid days of Spring;
subservient to Mother Nature's call,
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.
Flowers drink the rain April showers bring,
from a mere drizzle to a full-blown squall;
ushering in the tepid days of Spring.
As the migrating geese once more take wing;
wildflowers quickly sprout and start to sprawl:
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.
April melts the icicles that still cling,
and snows that covered the colors of Fall;
ushering in the tepid days of Spring.
Being born in April, I've felt Her sting,
and yet, although She sometimes plays hardball,
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.
As winter wanes, April frees everything,
wearing misty drops as Her morning shawl.
Ushering in the tepid days of Spring,
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.
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