Beneath the soft embrace of April skies,
The blossoms dance in a serene disguise.
As morning dew adorns the emerald green,
Nature awakens in a tranquil scene.

The chirping birds sing melodies so sweet,
Their symphonies in every heartbeat.
A gentle breeze whispers through the trees,
A lullaby carried on the springtime breeze.

Sunlight filters through the budding leaves,
Casting shadows, weaving dreams it weaves.
Each petal’s hue, a masterpiece so rare,
April’s touch, a canvas pure and fair.

In the twilight, stars begin to gleam,
Reflecting hopes, a month’s gentle dream.
With every dawn, new beginnings rise,
April’s promise, under endless skies.