is the French word for April, by the way.
The scent of blooms, the songs of birds, Fill the air, with sweet, joyous words, The Avril sun, a radiant beam, Illuminates, and makes my heart sing. avril sun
The breeze whispers secrets in my ear, Of spring's rebirth, and hope drawing near, The trees regain their vibrant hue, And all around, new life breaks through. is the French word for April, by the way