Ohh blossom trees…..ohh blossom trees

The look I’ve loved and love is lost comes to me

Pale as snow, through gentle timeless breath you flow

Falling now from air to earth scorching the very turf

Barren you will become as I bemoan at what had begun.  Cycle’s should be spun, but only pain here as you are young

Missing you petals…. Now and Always

Dad x