April Fools

Suddenly, the silence broken,

Birds sing songs we knew they knew,

Suddenly, shy bushes blush

With blooms pastel or vibrant hue,

The tree’s bare branches dress in green

And leaves as if on cue,

Rain, like tears falls freely

From the sun’s warm shining face

Steam rises from the pavement.

Making fog that’s out of place,

And some rush in – begin to take

Spring’s new found glories from her,

New plans they make and longingly,

Count down the days to summer.

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