"The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are fledged with nestling flowers; And in grey shawl and woodland bowers The cuckoo through the April rain Calls once again."
- Mathilde Blind - "April Rain"
I wish you dear Friend a weekend with peace and that you enjoy Mother Earth beauty. With Love Ana
Fly Another morning comes again You rise as soon as the dawn breaks. You force yourself to carry on, However much your mind aches. The thought of freedom, The tangles of love and pain, The things you remember to breathe for, The reasons you remain. I have one thing to ask of you; Just please, can you answer me why? How can you keep your feet on the ground, When you know you were meant to fly?