In the tender arms of April’s breeze,
Each raindrop whispers secrets of the sky.
The blossoms wake from winter’s freeze,
And colors burst as days go by.

Through misty mornings, dewdrops dance,
On petals soft, they gently sway.
The world awakens from its trance,
As sunlight kisses night away.

Beneath the clouds, the rivers flow,
Carrying dreams of springtime’s birth.
In every bud, a story grows,
A tale of life upon the earth.

So let us breathe this April air,
Embrace the rain, the sun, the skies.
For in its whispers, we prepare,
To greet the world with freshened eyes.