Floating Petals

Dark turns day as the sky lights the land.

The land which cares for her young,

Feeding them with nutrients and groundwater.

They bloom in the bright sun.

Leaves fall as the wind blows.

The sun now west, the flowers now warmed.

All have grown greatly,

Some strong and some old.

Quiet pitter patter is heard.

In a flash, water thrashes the land.

Soil and rocks rush to the flowers.

The old are cut off and the weary uprooted.

Petals and stems afloat in the mud as day turns dark.

In ruin, the flowers awake with the sun.

All is lost but those few young ones.

Those scarred, but lucky to live.

Those grateful to witness the next generations to come,

To play their part in the circle of life.