In the tender arms of April’s grace,
The world awakens from winter’s trace.
Soft whispers dance upon the breeze,
As blossoms sway with gentle ease.

The sky unfolds its azure hue,
While petals bathe in morning dew.
A symphony of life begins anew,
As nature paints with vibrant view.

The rain’s embrace, a soothing song,
As streams and brooks hum along.
In every drop, a promise lies,
Of growth and dreams that touch the skies.

April’s charm, a fleeting muse,
In her presence, the heart renews.
She whispers tales of hope and light,
Guiding us through the gentle night.