BlossomTree

Blossom tree, Oh! Blossom tree

Why are you waving at me

Your young slender form

It do truly, surely tease

Blossom tree, Oh! Blossom tree

Why are you whispering to me

Your young slender form

It has so captivated me

Blossom tree, Oh! Blossom tree

Why art thou winking at me

Your sweet tasting, I’m sure

It is not for thy attention more

Blossom tree, Oh! Blossom tree

Do you not see what is in front of thee

Your inviting I’m pleased, gladden so

It is not for me to pick thy petals

Blossom tree, Oh! Blossom tree

Why do you want to look at thee

Your aroma swiftly, yes takes hold 

It’s overwhelming taking control

Blossom tree, Oh! Blossom tree

Why must I say good bye to thee

Your beauty of wonder so, so draws

It could not last, do you see this form

Blossom tree, Oh! Blossom tree

Why do you even want me

Your not in full bloom, for such as I

Why, I’m an Old Oak tree, don’t cry

Blossom tree, blossom tree

Do I not dominate over thee

Your blossom fads, over time

Acorns will fall, come be mine.

Author's Note

So summer fads and winter looms do we hibernate or is it to late?