Fragile Flower

Dainty, delicate, dying.

Drop.

A petal droops down,

Hitting the solemn ground.

The wind comes loud,

Beating the flower around.

Dainty, delicate, dead.

Snap.

The flower twirls to the ground,

Landing like a fallen dancer.

I glance around,

And seeing others twirl to the ground,

The lonely petal,

Being found.