The World is full of petals.
Flowers form and reform...
With each petal that falls.
To breathe each breath,
To await just a touch...
With each petal that falls.
Until every last petal falls,
Nothing more than togetherness
could matter that much.
Petals falling: Tender moments.
Becoming a loyal, passionate,
subject.
Fragile petals;
Never a mere object.
Falling petals,lilting gracefully,
In the air and to the ground...
Uninhibited anticipation of a
Willingness abound.
As every petal falls, we project,
A place to set the pace...
For the race that lurks inside us.
To unite;Not divide us.
In this world,a silken,effervescent
Sheet beneath our feet...
Laid out-not to hide- but to guide
us.
As every last petal falls...
We prepare for the new chorus of the
Blooming that surrounds us...
With each petal.