April Come

April come, I will love you
Like a bee
loves the morning sun
and the flowers reeking
with the smell of labor
and nectar so sweet
I will dance around you
while you stand
rooted like a tree
like a sunflower turns in place
to tan its leaves
and greet the world

April come
Morning come
I'll run to you
like a sheep
follows a stream
and will quench my thirst
from your source

The End

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