April is a month of flowers-
Trees blossom after many showers
It's warming after the cold of winter
A bee is buzzing, spinning cartwheels
Haphazardly in an airfield
Dogs run carefree about the grass
I'll keep singing
No matter what clouds are forming
I'll keep singing
Give thanks and hope for the best
Because April is a month of flowers
Surrounded in natural life
And new hopes