Pristine White Poem by Edwina Reizer

I see my Bradford pear trees
with blossoms pristine white.
Each year they become lovlier
to my ageing sight.
They started out small some years ago
and have reached an unbelievable height.

So round and full they stand up tall
and welcome birds by day.
The birds with different colors
create a glorious display.
However a serious flaw to these trees
always makes me pray.

If while in bloom there comes a storm,
they break apart easily.
And all the beauty they've given
can come apart for me.
So while I can, their pristine white
I keep in my memory.