“April’s Splendor”
Behold, the month of April is alive,
When all but nature springs with hope and grace,
The clouds of gray and winter finally die,
Green fields and buds now decorate the space.
The rains of April breathe new life in fields,
Refreshing and renewing all the earth,
The season’s warmth the cold weather yields,
A beauty that defies all season’s worth.
Sweet fragrance fills the air in all its bloom,
A symphony of color spills and flows,
The birds and animals start to resume,
A life anew that only nature knows.
April, the season’s call of springtime cheer,
A time where all of nature comes to rear.
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