Once fine day so long ago
A flowers petal came adrift~
And floated upon a country breeze
Upon which it get it's self a lift~
It traveled oh so far away
And later on landed in high tree~
Then shortly it came loose again
And once more traveled free~
Dancing in a stylish way
It drifted to the ground~
And resting upon a rabbits back
Without making a sound~
The rabbit run and hopped around
And ended up over hill and dale~
Petal left the rabbits back
And saddled then to a snail~
It did not go so very far from there
When the snail brushed by a stone~
The petal then it sat upon it
For awhile it called it home~
A fox ran past in search of food
Brushing the stone in pass~
The petal once more became air born
And floated upon another breeze of class~
The breeze carried the petal oh so high
Over mountain and rivers wide~
And eventually it came to be
It ended up back where it came from with pride~
Our lives are we think ever self organized
But one thing often escapes debate~
The many different ways our lives go
Is often up to a thing called fate~
The more we feel that we know best
So often at the end of day~
Regardless of how we might think
Fate will mostly still have it's way~