In April’s gentle embrace, the world renews,Where blossoms dance beneath the skies of blue.The whispers of the wind in morning’s light,Awake the earth from slumber’s quiet night.A tapestry of green begins to weave,As nature’s paintbrush colors every leaf.The vibrant hues of springtime’s sweet return,In every bud, a lesson yet to learn.April showers kiss the thirsty ground,With rhythmic drips, a soothing, calming sound.The scent of rain and earth, a fragrant hymn,In harmony with birds’ melodic whim.Beneath the April skies, dreams take flight,A season of rebirth and endless light.The promise of tomorrow softly sings,In April’s heart, where hope eternal springs.