The White Blossom

The blowing, cold wind blew the petal from the stem and fell like rain to the ground.
The wind was blowing, everyone was silent, and no one was making a sound.
The big tree, shading the petals below, was a humongous giant.
The tree’s brown branches stretched out like a sleepy person getting out of bed.
The buzzing bees who on the yellow pollen they are reliant.
The white tree looked like clouds shining like a fictional heaven for the dead.