And I Guess This Is How It Ends.

A tiny Petal blew with the wind,

Making its way in the gloom of day.

A soft pale, pink Petal,

Flew in the background of a dull blue sky.

It knew that it would go,

Anywhere the wind would take it,

But little did it know,

That it was not alone.

A little Girl, her feet bare,

In a steady pace,

Walks on the grass,

Leaving nothing but footprints behind.

Consumed by an unconscious mind,

She did not know where her feet would land up.

Let alone could she control them.

Her eyes stared across into the distance, dazed.

She couldn't feel anything

Not even the wind.

But something caught her attention.

Her feet stopped.

The wind died out.

Her eyes traced a tiny petal,

Falling slowly to the ground......

- Zaphyr