Poem Blossom
Poem Blossom 🌼🌼🌸🌼🌼 The climate changes And leaves fall down With the trees becoming thin Like a face with a frown Later , with the changing winds The greenary again grows And red blossom perches On the branches coarse. This greenary of nature Replaces the dry trees Like the feelings sour Replaced by a glee With a joy and the happiness to sour.