Avril | Sun

The breeze whispers secrets in my ear, Of spring's rebirth, and hope drawing near, The trees regain their vibrant hue, And all around, new life breaks through.

In Avril's light, my heart feels free, A sense of joy, for all to see, The world awakens, fresh and bright, As Avril sun shines down, with all its might. avril sun

is the French word for April, by the way. The breeze whispers secrets in my ear, Of

The scent of blooms, the songs of birds, Fill the air, with sweet, joyous words, The Avril sun, a radiant beam, Illuminates, and makes my heart sing. Of spring's rebirth