Blossom falls like soft snow
falling from many tender twigs
tho far away from winter
falling sometimes
resting
staying without the helpless feeling of disappearing
it stays in the sun
allowed the warmth from the sky to rest on its soft petals
relaxing by its home
still in the same space
maybe not on those tender twigs
where it blossomed from
but below
beside its home
so close
and that’s where it is happy
in the place it knows
and in the place that cares