Out on the water
Nothing around;
A blossom floats away
without a sound.
On through the day,
On through the night;
A Blossom Floats away,
way out of sight.
Now comes a storm,
It comes so strong;
It blows the blossom
right along.
The storm was Fierce,
The waves were tall;
But the little blossom,
survived it all.
BY: Matt Vrtis