Beneath the skies of tender blue,
April’s whispers softly grew,
As blossoms danced in morning dew,
A symphony of colors new.

The earth awoke with gentle sighs,
As sunshine kissed the budding skies,
The world embraced in warm replies,
Beneath the gaze of April’s eyes.

Rivers sang their joyful tune,
Beneath the silvery crescent moon,
As stars adorned the darkened noon,
In April’s tender, sweet commune.

Hearts alight with spring’s embrace,
Found solace in April’s grace,
Renewed by nature’s tender trace,
In April’s gentle, warm embrace.