April


April is springing. Leaping high,
Her gladness reaches toward the sky.
April is laughing. I feel her glee
Surging in every blade and tree.
April is singing. She smiles and croons
Of emerald grass and silver moons.
April is springing and blissful and gay,
Enchanting the world in her April way!

[illustrations] Illustrated by Phyllis Luch