In the heart of spring, April arrives,
With whispers of rain and blooming lives.
Soft petals dance, kissed by the dew,
As nature awakens, old and new.
The skies weep gently, tears of grace,
Washing away winterâs cold embrace.
Verdant fields stretch far and wide,
Under Aprilâs nurturing guide.
Birds sing melodies, sweet and clear,
Heralding the month that we hold dear.
Each drop of rain, a note in tune,
As flowers sway and trees commune.
April, a symphony of life and light,
Painting the world in colors bright.
With every dawn, a promise reborn,
In the gentle embrace of an April morn.