A week ago,
The black locusts were in full bloom.
The pale petals all lined up
Like pretty little soldiers,
Hanging from the tree.

Now the peak has passed
And the petals have fallen.
They lie on the ground,
No longer in nice little lines.
But in the chaos,
There is still beauty.

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