The breeze whispers secrets in my ear, Of spring's rebirth, and hope drawing near, The trees regain their vibrant hue, And all around, new life breaks through.
is the French word for April, by the way. avril sun
In Avril's light, my heart feels free, A sense of joy, for all to see, The world awakens, fresh and bright, As Avril sun shines down, with all its might. The breeze whispers secrets in my ear, Of