April breezes softly blowing
Wend their way to flowers growing,
Gently kissing Mother Earth;
They rejoice in springtime's birth.
April breezes once again
Bring the ever-welcome rain;
A treasure-trove of flowers will
Over hill and meadow spill.
April breezes came today
And chased the dreary days away,
For Spring has promises to keep
When wintertime is fast asleep.
Nora M. Bozeman