April Snow.

Of pink or white I don't quite know,
The blossom tree of April Snow.
Rebirth in Spring creation wise,
On winter's tale to clear blue skies.
A tree once camouflaged in green,
Now Spring like born not clothed but seen.
The sudden April breeze it lifts,
Blossoms blow as snowy drifts.
Pink white blossoms scatter round,
Confetti covered snow like ground.
Alas the beauty of this tree 
So quickly gone from sight to see,
Is only Lent a Spring surprise,
Before reclothed in green disguise.