April Morn'

The dew filled morn of an April day,
It doth bring thought of hope and newness,
It’s that beautiful month just before May,
Bringing beams to blooms and cheerfulness.

The heart is nurtured from the warmth of glow,
Even the grass as I run my fingers through it,
The rich green feel and smell as it grows,
The soil that breathes life with nourishing grit.

Running my fingers across its effervescence,
Love and joy fills the heart through,
Its touch simple with reaction and essence,
Much like running my fingers across Aprils truths.

Truly the splendor of this day will sunder,
Giving way to jubilant celebration,
These days will bestow the approach of summer,
But as for today we enjoy April elation.