In April's tapestry we weave,
Blossoming dreams and hopes,
As nature awakens from its sleep,
A symphony of growth unfolds.
The threads of life are vibrant,
A palette of hues so bright,
As we stitch together our futures,
In this tapestry of light.
With each passing moment,
Our dreams begin to bloom,
As we dance within the tapestry,
Of April's sweet perfume.