Falling Blossom - Poem by sylvia spencer
The blossom has fallen on to the old garden wall.
A wall that is crumbling and looks as if it will fall.
The wind blows the apple tree and down come
her petals saying hello to a bed of nettles.
The cherry tree shakes her bow into the breeze
and before you know it her petals lie beneath
her knees. They now form a carpet upon the ground,
then up gets the wind and blows it all around.
More petals falling in the warm spring air, everyone
so perfect as it blows to nowhere. Where is nowhere
a long way away and it could be here on a beautiful
sunny day.A story of springtime where life is so new
where all of nature lines up in a queue.snowdrops are
the first they bloom at all cost, they don't mind the snow
or frost. When the autumn comes there's now a carpet of
gold, but when the blossom falls that's beauty untold.
It falls to a world that's classed unknown, from you the tree
that one day will be alone. Your blossom may land on
the old garden wall but who will remember when your
not there at all.
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