The Blossom Tree

The  blossom trees petals sways in the wind,

The symbol of hope in the park of lost,

Like a hot air ballon the leaves are glossy as wet as a cloud raining.

The smell is like sweet popcorn,

The branches are hard as a wall,

The leaves fall like a waterfall on the ground,

The colour is like the petals of a pink rose,

The leaves is soft as a sheep in the fields ,

The roots are making the tree stand still like a soldier.