The petals are falling.
After enduring the changes of seasons,
After blooming in its springtime,
They fall.
As it falls, it remembers,
When people admire its beauty.
They took pictures, they stared,
Before it falls.
But when it fell, people groaned.
As they stepped over it,
As they brushed it away,
When it fell on the ground.
However, as it falls onto you,
Things changed.
The extended hand catches the fallen petals.
You stare for some time,
With a smile.
And then you said;
A relaxing aroma oil,
A decorative dry flower,
There are so many you can be.
Before you puff on it.
The petals drifted
In the blue sky.
Gliding through the puffy clouds,
Following the gentle breeze.
In hopes that it can be valued
As an aroma oil,
As a decoration,
Or simply, under the eye of a special someone.
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