April Fool


I fall for wild flowers,

And the gentle, Spring rain.

I love to sit for hours,

Just listening to the refrain.


Of birds and bees a plenty,

In the fresh, new air.

While clouds float by in formation,

Sing their songs so fair. 


I worship the bright sun,

That peeks between the clouds.

In its warmth I bask,

And throw off Winter's shrouds. 


You may hurry in your work,

And rush through every day.

Making sure you’re nobody's fool,

At least, that's what you say.


And so, too, I must live my life

With but just one rule:

There is no one I'd rather be,

Than an April fool.


Copyright 2000 © Ronald W. Hull





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