'Tis April on the calendar,
the beginning of our spring.
Our feathered friends return,
oh how I love to hear them sing.
Those fresh earthly smells,
that follow our April rains.
Trees cascading over head
down tree lined country lanes.
Flowers budding in our gardens
their perfume fills the air.
Nature's sprouting everyplace
with all its usual flair.
The kids are having fun
with marbles, balls, and kites.
Under bright blue skies
that warms our April nights.
Our April days are warming
today I heard a robin sing.
I love this time of year
the harbinger of spring.
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