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| Claude Monet's Garden |
As we settle down in our at-home cave
A surreal kind of April was on the page
Yet hopelessly in love with lovely spring
The earth burst forth with flower bling
In every odour and in a rainbow hue
They carpeted the garden, so you knew
That spring was knocking at your door
Brought promise of love as never before
April reminds us, remember joys of spring
When creativity can reshape and bring
The air made clearer, purer to breath
We wore our masks for safety, to please
The sky seemed true blue, even bluer
Brooks burst forth, cleaner, truer
I looked up late one night at the velvet sky
And saw, first time, two stars twinkling by
The city sparrow chirpd a cheerful chatter
Alone in quarantine I felt it really matter
Easter bunnies took a vacaion this month
Other holidays were closeted and sunk
The chilly weather was unlike sweet April
Rain and sunshine vied for the weather cable
Cozying up and speak to family and freinds
We re-started like solo birds in the end
And even though the rain thundered down
Sweet May was waiting to come around.
Adieu to April, a month I will never forget
As May steps timidly into the net.
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