In April’s tender whisper, the earth begins to wake,
The gentle touch of morning sun, a promise it will make.
The blossoms dance in vibrant hues, beneath the sky so blue,
A tapestry of life unfolds, in colors bright and true.

The gentle rain of April days, a symphony so sweet,
Each drop a note in nature’s song, a rhythm we repeat.
The rivers swell with newfound life, their voices echo clear,
As April weaves her magic spell, the world begins to hear.

The tender buds on every branch, reach out to touch the sky,
In April’s embrace, they find their strength, and learn how to fly.
The air is filled with softest scent, of earth and bloom combined,
A gentle breeze that carries dreams, and whispers through the pines.

In April’s heart, we find our peace, a moment’s sweet release,
A time to pause, to see the world, and find our inner peace.
For in this month of tender grace, our spirits find their voice,
In April’s gentle whisper, we rejoice and make our choice.