April

It's always April.

It's always sunny and warm.

It's sunny and flowery with a hint of fresh cuts.

The smell of fruit, the kiss of wind never forgotten.

Long gone the unforgiving winter.

it's dry, dead greens. It's grey's and mellow yellows.

It's frowns and cries from an unforgettable lover.

Here it's always April.

Here the lyrics shoot out of stereos.

Here the sunroofs pop open, Encouraging the sun to rest on leather seats.

The rosy rays rise out of bed.

Presenting itself in a pink purple sky.

Flying down the hill with a kind smile sculpted from sugar.

Here it's always April.