Amazing Kids! Magazine


By Disha Kewalramani , Age 10


The April rain drops twinkle,
in flower cups of gold,
and warm South winds tinkle,
the buds, the peach boughs hold.

In countless fluted creases,
the little elm leaves show,
while pretty as daffodils fleeces,
the dogwood blossoms grow.

A rosy robe is wrapping,
the early red bud trees;
but still the haws are napping,
nor heed the honey bees.

And still in lazy sleeping,
the apple buds are bound,
Tulip tips are peeping
from out the garden ground.

Yondering and gaily swinging,
upon the turning vane,
a red robin caroling,
makes merry in the rain.