cruelest sweet showers

we're told the month is cruel and we know
it contains more than what we might believe
it comforts and brightens only to deceive
and what we're given is no more than a show
still as old winter gives us its last blow
there are more things in april that conceive
we'll learn them all before we're forced to leave
and when it wants the sun will kindly glow
but cruel this month is and falsely kind
to give us flowers and follow them with frost
but still the green persists and all our hope
we recall when the first blossoms filled the mind
we know that for our joy there'll be a cost
but still the year is on its upward slope