It Is April Poem by Aylissa Ramirez
It Is April
When fire hydrants are their reddest,
when grass is the greenest,
and the first brightest banana yellow dandelion sprouts.
When the rain pours for one day,
to form mud puddles for the next.
When the worms come to play,
and stay till their death.
When the breeze isn’t a breeze,
but a gentle light wind.
When the grass stain on your shorts isn’t a stain,
but a memory.
This is when you know.
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4/19/2024 10:02:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wow! this is really cool! i like the innocence in it. but im still not sure about that last line and what it means. good job!