Rose petals float down
Pieces of dreams
Myriad thoughts drifting in the stream
The petals have been picked; dar’u eithi?
Green leaves tremble in a breeze
Every droplet of dew is a world
The wind sings to me
The dew has been blown away; dar’u eithi?
Crystal flakes gently fall
Softly blanketing the barren land
Each flake melding to another
One flake floats down tentatively towards another