April arrives with a gentle sigh,
The morning dew on petals lie,
Sunlight dances on the emerald leaves,
And every heart, a new hope weaves.

In the serene embrace of dawn,
Nature’s symphony plays on the lawn,
Birds chirp in harmonious tune,
Beneath the pale and tender moon.

April showers with a tender kiss,
Each drop a promise of pure bliss,
The earth awakens from its sleep,
In colors vibrant, secrets keep.

As days grow longer, nights serene,
April’s magic, softly seen,
A month of dreams and whispered lore,
Where every heart does gently soar.