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.