Petals strewn upon the wind
Too frail to stay upon the tree
Winds wild, hot and dry
Fade colour from bright to pale
Pink drifts on the world below
Gather softly in curbs and corners
While the tree flowers still
Thro’ morning, noon and night.
“Flowers whisper ‘beauty’ to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall.”
~ Dr. Sunwolf
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