It was an April noon,
Easter Passion with unexpected,
shine and  clear tones.

The spirit of enjoyment and desire
With hopes and wishes,
from all living things

Went swimming in a private lake,  
like a multitude of sounds
The budding groves seemed eager to urge on
The steps of May, as if their various waves
Such an entire contentment in the air,
at a shine, shine, Shine Friday