Fleeting Pink: Extended

To where do pink blossoms go? That torn to earth by mighty winds, Float asunder. The tramp of unaware feet Crush the falling pink snow. Whose lightning strike Existence, is known by few Yet those who do, bask in the glory Cleansing in the falling pink The cloud tree returned to the sky Before being lured back to the cruel earth Yet the dead fuel the living cloud Unseen and sleeping Till it is called to order Next season