April showers bring May flowers,
May’s flowers bring June’s goodbyes
Sitting and thinking for hours
Unseen are dry eyes
Memories flow from April to June
Four years go by in a flash
High school years gone too soon
With these quick changes come whiplash.
How four years combine to one event
As you walk across the stage every problem seems so small
You hope it was time well spent
As you stare out at the crowd, standing tall
So treasure every day
No matter how long it feels
Because soon it will be May
And you’ll start practicing your walk with high heels.