When walking
In wild wood
I be
I reach
To smell
The blossom
There
White blossom
Wafting scent
On air
The blossom falls
When touched
Like snow
Onto
The woodland floor
Below
Silent
Spinning
Softly
Down
Splashing
White upon
The ground
In petals
Nature
Paints
Her scene
The
Original
Impressionist
It seems
Titled
'Woodland Petals'
White on green
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