The withered petals of the rose

Fall freely to the floor below

Yet smell as fragrant to the nose

The wind arrives, and dare you let go

The mighty winds that whirls about

Sweeps all away in a splendid show

The wrinkled petals take the route

Free to fly away, forever

Flying day in and day out

Wish them luck with their endeavor

'Cross the waters and the lands

Seen again only by whomever

Is the lucky soul that stands

In the middle of the beauty's way

Until they blow away much like the sands

That fall into the river with each day

Due to the rivers splash and flow

All within nature's delicate survey