Rose pedals,

Floating above,

All that could matter.

 

Red, blue, yellow, and white,

Falling towards Earth,

Dancing in the wind,

Intertwined among each other.

 

Dancing like lovers,

Fast and slow,

Down and up,

They dance with the wind.

 

A red pedal,

Floats on its own,

Spinning on its end,

Flipping with it's spirit.

 

It floats towards a yellow one,

And they dance together,

So beautifully.

 

The beautiful is free,

But feels no love,

And loves no one.

 

It floats to the ground,

Lying dead,

As people walk upon it,

With no care at all.