Blossom
The springtime snow,
Falling and settling.
Pinks and whites,
Lay amongst dark, lush greens.
Petals so very soft,
Like cotton candy on a stick.
From flowers grow lushious fruits,
For us and creatures to pick.
Little bees sit and collect pollen for honey,
The sweetest nectar.
Trees stand so proud with their flora medals,
Knowing that soon they will be used in love,
By the gatherers of their spoils















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Nothing lasts................. but nothing is lost.
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