The whispers of April’s breeze, so gentle and kind,
Caress the budding leaves and petals anew,
Where colors burst forth from winter’s bind,
In a dance of life, so vibrant and true.

Beneath the blossoms, stories unfold,
Of dreams rekindled and hearts set free,
The warmth of the sun, a tale retold,
In the tender embrace of eternity.

Morning dew rests on emerald blades,
Each droplet a world, a fleeting sight,
As April’s dawn through the mist pervades,
Painting the sky with hues of light.

Echoes of laughter in fields of green,
Where time stands still and joy remains,
In April’s arms, we find the serene,
A moment of peace amidst life’s refrains.