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