The Blossom Trees
The Blossom TreesIt is a warm, gentle, May afternoon,
The scorching sun shall set, soon,
The days have lengthened, to an owl's dismay,
But a beautiful sight is to be seen in May
For thereupon the dewy palace lawn,
Lie the Blossom Trees, shining proudly till dawn,
An army of the most exquisite pink,
With a beauty so great, ones heart may sink
The shimmering, cloudless sky covers the planet,
Warmly like a soft blue blanket,
As each delicate, newly liberated petal falls,
It stumbles clumsily, slowly, how a baby crawls
Night is falling as the nocturnal animals are appearing,
The pleasant balmy evenings confirm that summer is nearing,
Sparkling high in the sky smiles the moon,
Murmuring goodnight wishes to the Blossom Trees, it's bedtime soon.
Sara Baban 15 years old May 2018
Poetry by Sara Baban
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Written on 2018-06-21 at 21:49
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