April Is More Than Showers
It's April and stately trees are slowly
changing from white to green;
skies above look down cheerfully,
into the small lake tiny frogs plop
as balloons float over a tree top:
" Happy Birthday, Little Queen! "
If spring is the annual rebirth of Nature
and human spirit, all must sing one tune...
incited by the bright red butterflies that lure:
they dance forming the big ring of Neptune!
April is more than showers
and lovely dew-dripping flowers,
grin is forgotten, laughter reappears
on everybody's wind-brushed cheeks;
one happy passerby greets
another with revered courtesy:
each soul, each heart pours
out a sweetness of amicability!
If a talented young musician played
the Mozart's piano sonata in D major,
each butterfly would begin to dance
with the liveliness of a skilled ballerina!
If the heartthrob maestro exuded
thrill he'd be tempted to raise an octava higher:
a curious crowd would quickly gather,
then all butterflies would swirl around Angelina!
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