When April rains fall in silver streams, I wake from earth in coloured dreams. From quiet roots I bloom and grow, I rise above the rains that flow.

The curtain rises on a dance of showers and blooms, where fools find their stage, and the skies play a tune of renewal.

I'm the skin of a peach or the head of a dandelion. What am I, that also describes the fur of a pup or a little stuffed lion?

Up in the air, they fly so fine. When on the ground, they just yell Mine. Mine. Mine

You've made it, the summit, you're at the top. I'm the apex, the peak, so you have to stop. Whether a mountain or career, The only way is down, when you're here.