Let me…

Let me be the month of April,
the poetry month they say.
Let me sing the song of spring,
the sun shines every day.

Let me look around with wonder,
gaze upon the streams;
walk within the forest,
and muse upon the trees.

Let me find the joy of life,
and learn to love the dark.
Let me feel the nature’s rhythm,
when I go walking in the park.

Let me yell and should out loud,
in the silence of the grove.
Let me be the month of April,
May I hold it close?


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