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
4/1/00