April's Spring

Gray clouds clear away;
The sun peeping out.
With the clouds, away the storm goes.

Meek flowers drowned in misery,
Slowly raise their heads,
and take in the first few rays.

Blooming freely,
Color fills what was once black and white.

No longer weak by fear,
From behind the bushes,
The forest fills with renewed life.

Reaching for the sun --
Trees branch out;
Birds spread their wings --
Needing comfort; needing warmth.

The sun wraps its arms around your withered form,
and wounds, burried deep within, go away.

There's new life; time to grow.
The healing process was slow,
But look at how we've all grown.

The season to heal --
This is the month,
The month where all the pain begins to disappear.