No month was ever so pretty
For a youth, so angelic and serene;
The Springtime flowers so fragrant
And the meadow grass so green.
In April the whole world lives,
New life spring forth and gambol;
Such a felicitous life that April gives,
As under the cherry blooms we ramble.
Though April showers may beat
Among the flowers,on the mud,
God's fecund offer we must greet:
The rain, April's life blood.
Now April's perfect Springtime's past,
But still her beauty we can see
And though her flowers will not last,
April will always live in me.