April comes on gentle wings,
A whisper soft of warmer things.
The rain falls light, a silver mist,
The earth wakes up with every kiss.
Buds bloom bright in every field,
A tender promise, soon revealed.
The breeze is cool, yet softly sweet,
As winter bows and spring takes seat.
The days grow longer, skies more clear,
April's song is soft to hear.
It hums in flowers, streams that run,
But for a while, it lifts the rain.
April dances, light and true,
A passing grace, a sky of blue.
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