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Kate Rancid

April Skies

April Skies

This morning when at last I woke,
And opened up my eyes,
I found the blueness of your own
Replaced the April skies.

Your arms were trees in silent mists,
That brushed against my skin,
The sweet fresh rain that fell around
Was dribble from your chin.

The sun was gone, instead your smile
Did brighten up my day,
And your manly chest was hard as rock*,
And chased bad things away.

Your feet replaced the little flowers,
Your legs were streams of blue,
Oh nature is quite dull, it seems,
Compared to lovely you!

Kate Rancid (b. 1973)