National Poetry Month 2014 poem a day challenge

April 8th

Blossoms

From red to white,

gold to gone,

the world is always

blossoming,

growing,

changing,

falling.

Up on a tree,

or a close quite bush,

the plants are always

blossoming,

growing,

changing,

falling.

The piercing thorns,

stabbing through our lives,

the people are always,

blossoming,

growing,

changing,

falling into an abyss.