Blossom

White petals falling from trees,
Landing softly on green, green grass.
And fading to brown, slippery and wet,
Until they are gone for another year.

Pink petals falling from trees,
Landing softly on flowering beds.
And fading to white, colourless and dull,
Until they give way for fruit to come.

Coloured petals falling from trees,
Landing softly around playing children.
And lifted, thrown into the air,
Giving pleasure in another way.

The End

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