April dances on tip-toes
Sprinkling daisies as she goes
Bewitching green buds to unfurl
Above her crown soft clouds now curl

In the woodlands, in the dells
Weaving magic - casts her spells
The trees now wake from slumbers deep
As April skips around their feet

Celandines carpet meadows green,
Bluebells in our woods are seen,
Daffodils sway in gold arrays
As April brings these longer days.

In the heavens the sun now climbs,
Heralds warmth from southern climes;
The lark again his song now sings
As April flies on butterfly wings.

Enchantment lies in these primrose skies
As winter's mantle once more dies.