April
Raindrops and showers,
April opens its windows
looking at the flowers.
Cloudy and sunny days,
cold and warm feelings
crossing different ways.
April has magic sleeves
that you can hide or show,
as well as your slept dreams.
April is like an old singer,
recording songs every year,
staying and trying to linger.
April turns dark days brighter,
It persuades the birds to sing
their better songs much higher.
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