It was minty fresh spring and all undulating, grassy hills turned green.
Flowers emerged in sweetest perfumes, crowned like beauty queens.

It was audacious, ancient April, the month of melodious, ample rain;
Of changes here and anywhere, of bold tapping on the windowpane!

Lime green dazzled in rich orchard, as fern green graced wild wood.
Little Kayla loved vivid, peach sunshine, the kind that makes life good.

All had witnessed the fall of the sun, on cherry sunset, night of nights.
Later Kayla dreamt of friends coming; like rare purple martin in sight!

When winter's ferocious fling ended, forlorn snowman waved goodbye.
Then family came in stylish finery, in flip moments of fuchsia butterfly.

Kayla lived in the house of sunlit greenery, with plants in every room;
As dying sun pledges soon returning colors-laughter from the tomb.

In sanguine Mother's scarlet gardens, Kayla played with all her sisters;
On the street of songbird scat, of windblown leaves, like hued twisters.

Neighbors' porch lights burned all night, under the full moon of nectar;
And nightingale songs entered dreams, of the sunny noon of pleasure.

'Gold of Kinabalu' orchids shone with wealth, in days of fancy flowers;
As 'black velvet petunias owned the night, after the butterfly encounters.

'Limelight hydrangeas' reveled in stardom, as 'love in a puff' went poof;
And chocolate daisies were sinfully sweet, like the invulnerability of truth.

Loving apricot sun the way she did, Kayla disliked drenching, silvery rain;
So, when it showered after school one day, she dashed down Lilac Lane!

She found a refuge, cool and dry, underneath wide, Ada Robinson Bridge;
And she waited for a whole hour, then walked home, past blueberry ridge.

Rich green was the lush grass, covered in precious pearls, which sparkled;
For marigold sun was out once more, lovely as noon eclipse, that darkled.

Mulberry trees dripped spring diamonds, as pretty nature flaunted wealth;
When blue dragonflies were roaring, and pink butterflies drank to health.

Fervent sun shone on the wet roof of Kayla's home, reminiscent of old gold,
Just as a sole sighting is more lovely, than all the stories one has been told!

'Rain on the green grass,
Rain on the tree,
Rain on the housetop,
But not on me.'