The golden mantled yellow canopied tree
Standing in a cluster on playground fringe
Caught my eye and stirred my thoughts this morn.

From its tent of myriad yellow flowers
A feather-light blossom gently floated to earth
Then a series of fellow-comrades followed in tow.

Some inner clock timed their snow-like fall
In leisurely, phased manner unlike traffic snarl
Till they wove a soft yellow carpet on earth.

These gently landing blossoms regale the eyes
Their maker showers blessings on us all the while
But we see them not in the blur of fast lane life.