Petals

petals from the trees in spring
pink and white and purple in
the grass where one by one
they drift down to then become

petals on the ground which blow
all around like winter's snow
by the wind whose every puff
moves them on with just enough

power from the Sun to Earth
warming air and giving birth
to unseen streams which move and flow
everywhere both fast and slow

as molecules of water rise
from the ground into the skies
forming drops then falling down
giving life to all around

while flowing back down to the sea
petals drift by lazily
as they tumble and they rush,
there is nowhere quite so lush