Spring comes; bees pollinating blooming beds of dainty sweet flowers
Shamrock grass grows tall, animals play, and lovely rain showers
Diamonds gleaming radiant, sights and sounds of affection abound
Picnics, balloons, laughter, as the sun softly filtered through clouds
A beautiful day to be frolicking outside, the zephyr blew gentle and cool
But to her melancholic, heavy heart, it was all but a cruel April fools.