each petal like a drop of blood
floats gently on the surface
rocking to a silent song
in water’s soft embrace
the edges brown as moments pass
death steals the bright away
and though the sun shines bravely on
the sky begins to grey
alighting on one rusting drop
a bumblebee reposes
until the weight tips the scales
and the water overflows it
one by one through time and chance
the liquid conquers all
‘til all that stays are memories
of a blossom that did fall
