Falling away, gently
Meandering in the air
with my allies.
Swaying with the music, the wind creates
before I ultimately touch the Earth.
And the interlude begins,
before people start walking by.
They’ll pick the best and,
the most charming.
A competition among all flowers.
But do they know?
Time keeps nothing
and strips my beauty away,
as fragments of seasons pass by
languish, I become.
But I withstand all,
grapple with the rain
and scorching heat
and the unsympathetic cold.
Trying to hold onto an existence,
that will eventually become evanescent.
Shielding my virgin petals
The passionate colors, alluring smell.
The way I lay on bare grounds,
graceful and exquisite.
but they trample me
with their own feet.
What a vile ending! Impairing me.
For I’d rather wither away on my own.