April come she will, when streams are ripe and swell with rain May she will stay, resting in my arms again
June she'll change her tune, in restless walks she'll prowl the night
July she will fly, and give no warning to her flight
August die she must, the autumn winds blow chilly and cold
September I'll remember, a love once new has grown old
I have decided that I need to start getting thought into writing or I just may go crazy! I have been trying to figure out a way to get my emotions out of my mind, so I decided I would attempt to blog. So here goes... Why the title April Come She Will? Well when I was born, it was my dads favorite song. The song is simple, but now that I am older the words kinda make sense of who I am...
The past few months I have been having difficulties adjusting to my new surroundings since moving to Washington. Most days are grey, gloomy and cold, of which I am not use to. I am a desert girl....bright, sunny and warm. I'm doing my best to adjust, but it isn't easy. So this is me as of now and the song seems to say it best because I really am ready to give flight.
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