A meadow in April

In the pleasant month of April, when Spring has begun;
White-petalled daisies hold their heads to the sun.

All day long they look up to the sky -
Little stars in the grass, modest and shy.

Of sunny disposition is the yellow buttercup;
Always smiling, always ready to cheer us up.

The forget-me-nots in their sky blue dress
Are the tiniest of flowers, but pretty nonetheless.

Forever insecure in their humble, lowly spot;
Softly whispering: "Look at us, please forget us not."

Poppies, too, are a real feast for the eyes;
With their bright red suits and formal black ties.

All day long they waltz with the sun -
At night they tuck in, tired from too much fun.

Daisies, buttercups, poppies and forget-me-nots
Are all wonderful gifts from a loving God.

For the blessings He bestows we should be grateful,
Because nothing is as pretty as a meadow in April!