Dear Diary,

It is the beginning of April,

And to celebrate,

My family did nothing.

The beginning of April lasts simply

For a week.

We used to have festivals and parties,

But now we don't.

We used to celebrate,

but now we don't.

When we did, though,

we'd sing songs.

Sometimes we plant flowers,

Or write poems.

And sometimes we buy ice cream.

One time, we drew pictures.

But this year, we did absolutely 

Nothing.

April is for new beginnings,

Poetry and butterflies.

Everyone is outside on the first,

But it was so hot.

There were wasps everywhere,

Along with bees and bugs.

Some wished to stay inside,

But I did not.

I spent all day writing songs,

And poetry.

Smelling the freshly cut grass,

And sipping on lemonade,

Wishing that I could go to one

Of the celebration parties,

On the beginning of April...

-Emma