My April Garden
April skipped into my garden,
sent the maple buds out playing;
Pushed up all the lazy petals,
where the leaves were gently laying.
Perched beneath the cloudy midday,
Tawny thrush, let's sing together!
Solitude is not my nature,
come enjoy the springtime weather.
Sunny days are moving forward,
April fits her dress of flowers
over all my garden treasures.
Here, I spend my most loved hours.