The blossom has fallen on to the old garden wall.
A wall that is crumbling and looks as if it might fall.
The wind blows the apple tree and down come her petals saying hello to a bed of nettles.
The cherry tree shakes her bow into the breeze
and before you know it her petals have fallen to her knees.
They now form a carpet upon the ground
then up gets the wind and blows them all around.
More petals falling in the warm spring air,
everyone so perfect as it blows to nowhere.
Where is nowhere, a long way away or could be here
on a bright sunny day.A story of springtime,
where life is so new,where all of nature lines up in a queue.
Snowdrops are the first they bloom at all cost,
they don't mind the snow and the frost.
Then autumn comes leaving a carpet of gold,
but when the blossom falls, that's beauty untold.
It falls to a world that is classed unknown,
from you the tree that one day will be alone.
Your blossom may land on the old garden wall,
but who will remember when your not there at all.