April's Away.

All too soon the countryside, Now fresh greened and sprouting more Than spring, looks out for wider Room, shakes it's newborn blossoms Then ushers April to the door. And April's away. No longer teenage, Flora's Grown maturer now, slightly Deeper hued, flowers adorning Every late spring bough, while April, already pale, turns white, Then April's away. Heated by more ardent sun, Hedgerows must have stronger feed. Palid from work early done April leaves, - makes way for May To ensure Flora has her needs Now April's away.