Raintree Bloom Poem by Barry Middleton

the budding of the raintree
marks another year

and I hear children playing
without conceit or fear

raintrees only bloom in fall
then the cold winds blow

innocence and blossoms fade
like love from long ago

seasons pass as children grow
soon there comes a change

that nothing in the will of man
can alter or arrange

raintree blooms can never last
but move aside for spring

to never know the afterglow
that spring and children bring