April sings a happy song,
Not a song of woe
She sings of better things to come
And sends showers for plants to grow
Like a tender hand,
She guides them into light
And they lift their small faces upward
Giving praises with delight
And when the sun has vanished
The night begins to dawn
April sings a lullaby
The sweetest ever known
It is a song of wind and rain,
Of dewdrops in the morning,
Of soft brown dirt, and daffodils,
And children's laughter soaring,
Of the greatest love that was ever shown,
Of promises not broken,
Of redemption, and the peace
That every heart is wanting.
A.C.
{April 17, 2017}
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Brave Poetry
PoesiaThis is my first poetry book. I was a bit nervous at first to post anything on wattpad. But I finally decided to be brave. Please enjoy :) Angel's Poetry Collection # 1
