I went to April's Oz on a rainy day,
A picture of beauty lost in a bay,
The sound of the wind swelling fast,
Waters are quelling, clouds are not past.
Enter the sun's most healing ray,
Casting warmth in every way,
The eyes taking in the scene,
Wondering what does it mean.
The Oz of April in memory now,
All not lost stays there somehow,
Time remember experience gone,
And to hold true with the one.
As April's Oz seems to have changed,
Replaced with things still not arranged,
Make the best of what is there,
Sometimes it just doesn't seem fair.
Fill with the waters of April's Oz,
Quench the thirst, heal the cause,
Realize the dream, make it come true,
And you will know who did it was you.
Soon comes a day to reclaim April's Oz,
Life will no longer be on pause,
Happy and joy will be sustained,
April's Oz knows it has gained.
Jeff Luckinbill 2002
