
But not neccesarily mean...
April By Sara Teasdale
The roofs are shining from the rain
The Sparrows tritter as they fly
And with a windy April grace
The Little clouds go by
Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree--
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
SPRING HAS SPRUNG EVERYONE! =)
HAPPY ZOMBIE DAY!--http://www.ninjapirate.com/returnofjesus.html