Gaia Loves April and May

Gaia was never this happy before today Okay, maybe a couple of hundred times. In the spring everything is hip hip hooray! The violets are whispering in tiny rhymes. She is sounding the conch, calling for all to gather around. The buds are popping open, and the birds are tweeting. She can feel the tingling from far underground. The plants are blossoming, and the streams are sweeting. Gaia is in her glory, loving April and the smell of the air. The feeling is of happiness, lightness airy and gay. All of her day to day problems gone; she has no care. April is her happiest time until she turns into May.