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!