Wednesday, 26 February 2014

The Blossom Tree


  Floating down like coloured snow, the petals fall, blanketing the grey paving stones. Spots of sunlight leak through the swaying branches. The gentle breeze sings to the blossoms, ruffling their petite pink petals. The calm pink draws eyes in, standing out against the blue cloudless sky. This is the blossom tree!


2 comments:

  1. Beautiful poetry Amelia, I can feel the soft caress of the plush pink plumes! Love Mum xx

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  2. thank, you mum!

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