April begins her symphony
in the grassy meadows green
songs are heard within the cool air,
dedicated to spring's queen.

For the queen shall speak to the birds,
and all of nature's aware
tis the season to begin anew
melodies in the wind compare.

Fresh are the flowers to awaken
from their peaceful slumbering,
open petals kiss the sky,
butterflies start fluttering.

All the world takes a different view,
the heart feel young once more,
love bloom in the month of April...
years and years; just as before.

©Marie Calhoun
4/3/05