Storch über einer Frühlingswiese mit Löwenzahn im Nest

Welcome, April "April is a stork's nest. A warm lap. Wind in the hair. A meadow with dandelions. An angel's feather. A bouquet of forget-me-nots. A walk in the woods. A colorful egg. A box of colored pencils. A polka-dot dress. A flower behind the ear. Planting. Washing. Hope. Revival . Joy. Rushing. Reaching. Reaching high. Can you forget this April, flying in on swallow wings?! Warm as a caress. Cozy as a promise. Fragrant as a lilac blossom . I wonder if it doesn't reserve a day and hour in some heavenly office? And it comes just in time - in a hurry, crazy with tenderness, full of dreams. He has exactly 30 days to make them come true. There is not a day to waste! 30 magical plans for April! To bring the swallows to noisy flocks. To gently close their nests. To make the lilac bloom. To pluck its sweet aroma . To paint the skies turquoise. To breathe the mornings warm. To make every flower in the park bloom. To to arrange the girls' wardrobes. To shake himself for crickets . To sprinkle the butterflies' wings with golden pollen. To warm each seed in his hands, to stretch its jade sprout and to unfold the petals with careful fingers. To learn the songs of the cuckoos. To look at himself in the emerald mirror of the river . To splash in the morning coffee. To fill the pockets with promises. To take out the road maps. To pave the roads. To let the cuckoo crow at the edge of the forest. To rush the children into the streets and make them friends with the wind. There is not even a day to waste! Can you forget this April, composed of swallow songs. It is April."