April Poem by Justin Reamer

the month of spring,
when showers are famous,
when trees are at their greenest,
and the grass are happy
to be alive in general,
and the animals are awake,
and the birds are chirping,
and new life begins,
for good and for all.
the month of Easter,
usually as it goes,
when Jesus rose from the dead,
to ascend into heaven,
to save us from our sins,
and the month of my sister's birthday,
when she turns 23 this year,
and will keep getting older
with every year to come,
and the month of so much more,
for life has just begun.