April
April is the fourth month,
of our yearly calendar.
A month of many showers,
which brings forth pretty flowers.
It is a season,
where spring can be found.
God is painting pretty pictures,
coming forth out of the ground.
"Spring is here," says April,
"Warmth and color have I."
"God is spreading me with beauty,
What a wonder, I sigh."
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