A Blossom
Out on the waterNothing around;A blossom floats awaywithout 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 blossomright along. The storm was Fierce,The waves were tall;But the little blossom,survived it all. BY: Matt Vrtis