It fell from a bouquet, Large and red, scented in colours of an unleashed rainbow, above a purple orchard of blossoming flowers, sprinkling crystal glows, of rain dust that twinkles and shines like golden tear drops.
It fell on a sea of raging wind, the galping waters of raw mercy. Salted by restless tosses! to reach a place of no relief.
But the petal gently swayed, not noticing cruelty, but rather soaring as if on a bed, built in the glory stars. Up, down, upper and downner. The petal fell in the same calmness to the tide, with which it’d rose!
As it topples with waves of gloom, I will glide on the highest of them, perhaps enjoy the thrill of the fall. Life is not a petfect sail, I being caught up in its huddles yields nothing less, or more pain. If there is any thing to do, Learn how to Live!