falling, lightly falling
one by one they're falling
the flower's dying while petals are falling
gently to the ground
the flower's dead, the petals decaying
everything will die
yet they're there, so pure and sweet
dying so beautifully
shrunk to dirt, bruised and cracked
resembling with myself
beauty's dead, but beauty's there
another time, another space
death is pure, as you once were
the falling petal is me