April is sad, April is mad. April is undecided, April is divided.
Rain and snow, sunshine and my first sunburn. Many things can happen within one day in the month of May. My fingers are freezing off while my neck is burnt.
While I am glad to be standing behind the burner of my food stall, I see humans suffer the consequences of a divided April. Complaints and suffering are the answer.
The acceptance of being torn is driven out of your mind by another gust of wind.
I am divided, I support teaching a lesson, but at what cost? My fingers are freezing!