April for me I choose! <br />In it the old things tumble, <br />In it things new refresh us; <br />It makes a mighty rumble,- <br />But peace is not so precious <br />As that his will man shows. <br /> <br />April for me I choose, <br />Because it storms and scourges, <br />Because it smiles and blesses, <br />Because its power purges, <br />Because it strength possesses,- <br /> <br />In it the summer grows.<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/choice-48/
