I saw them on my way out this morning
Fallen petals
Strewn on the sandstone path
The promise they held just a day ago
Extinguished in a moment
Their pristine white garb now crumpled
By a passing storm that went unnoticed
It happened in the dead of night
While we all slept, silently
The sad petals still here in the morning
Their dreams in shatters
They look up at the other blossoms
On the tree where they all used to live
Encouraged to shine
Until that storm
When…
