Song of April
Forget the night’s storm
when you get out of bed.
Forget lightning and thunder
the way the house trembled
Forget your deepest fears
that the world would end,
Open your eyes.
Embrace the kiss
of fresh air.
Revel in the sight
of the early sun.
Welcome the reflections
of drops on succulent grass—
o how a touch of rain
brings new life.
(Folding mirror form)
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