Episode 28

An April child is full of whispers, soft as the April shower, That coaxes sleepy buds to open, hour by gentle hour. Their laughter tinkles, light and clear, like raindrops on a pane, A promise of the sunshine warm, that follows after rain.

They’re curious as little birds, with eyes so wide and bright, Peeking at the world around them, filled with pure delight. They ponder clouds that drift on high, and wonder what they seem, A fluffy sheep, a dragon grand, a castle in a dream.

An April child’s heart is a garden, where seeds of wonder grow, Of tiny seeds of kindness sown, for love to overflow. They reach for hands that offer help, with tiny fingers bold, And share their smiles, a treasure more precious than pure gold.