I saw a petal fall just now
And decided to pick it up
I admired its pinkish sheen
And let the wind take it.
The petal soared in the air
As it took flight, I see its thinness
Blended into the clouds
Then like a plane, against the blue sky.
I wonder, where will it go to?
Where do petals go to die?
Buried in a pit of pebbles
Washed away in the spring rain.
If this petal had a soul
Would it be jolly or would it be sad?
To be free from its home
To fall down to the earth.
I guess I cannot imagine
At the way the petal thinks.
Sometimes, I’d like to be one
So I can at least fly without worries.
Die without worries
Go about my day without worries
Perhaps it is best to catch the petals
So you will see it for yourself.