April With Blossoms

Pink traces are on the trees. Cherry blossom petals falling slowly onto a pathway that we call a road. Sitting patiently is a boy whom you'd think is special but isn't. He's what we call ordinary. Although there is no real meaning to ordinary, he sure thinks there is. He's a feminine boy, acts like one, looks like one. What's the name of this boy you ask? Certainly I'll tell you what I think, now is not the time though. Not even I know the reason why his name is to be a secret, only he does and some officials. His favorite part about spring is the blossoms that bloom every year at this time, April.