APRIL WISE

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APRIL WISE

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If the first day of April is for fools

Then the last day of April is for the wise

We have the wisdom of April's stormy nature

We see that leaves and flowers are our prize

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The weather in April was uncertain

We have had to plan and prepare

For both the storm and the sunshine

Both our joys and our cares

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The potential which has lain dormant

Now springs forth fresh and green

We have learned from April's lessons

The cycles of nature are routine

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Once we have survived April

Our hearts and minds are at peace

To see nature doing her mating dance

The ancient majestic routines

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