The moderate temps of April are soothing in the southern skies.
It's gentle breeze calls softly with colors that surprise.
The trees stand straight as their bright green shines in the sun.
The bees hum happily as their daily work is begun.
My heart rejoices to feel the cool, damp earth in my hands.
I sculpt and plant my labors that beautify the lands.
The yearly blooms wave softly to bring in southern Spring.
I'll add to their numbers when more lilies I will bring.
But I must never falter, or waste away the day.
Southern sun is not so gentle when April turns to May.
Then I will gaze through my window, my efforts to apprise.
The southern temps of May can be brutal in the southern skies.
