Raining Trumpets

It is raining rainbows…
Pinks, yellows and lavenders…
And a river of trumpets flood the streets…

The drizzle continues…
They twirl, they spin
And gently float and flutter
As they fall to the ground

What a delight it would be
To lie down,
To drench in,
And sink into
The delicate petals raining from the tree.

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