Easter, Two thousand fourteen
In the presence of much green;
Was such a picturesque sight,
Pear petals like snow were seen.

The trees were robed in glory,
Until the wind had swept through;
Petals in air were waltzing,
Until the ground they came to.

Pear petals were everywhere,
Making a plush carpet white;
When they came through the windows,
In them still we took delight.

The sky was like a snowstorm,
The weather was warm and fair;
The smell of lilac flowers,
Robustly had filled the air.

Nature's white confetti whirled,
From limbs of Bradford pear trees;
Though they'll be no fruit to eat,
Flowers they're many of these.