Carried by the Wind....

[SNaina]

She bloomed on a mountain top,
“Ah the view.!” exclaimed..
Soft breeze,
buzz of the bees,
the caress of morning Sun,
embracing the graceful dusk.
She was the first to everything.

“Oh she’s pretty”
“Look how cute”
everyone admitted.
She was a sight for sore eyes.

One day,

She heard a hailing storm
No more soft breeze,
clinging to her dear life
holding the edge of the rock
prayed the storm to stop
begged the breeze to arrive
Sun to smile
Dusk to peek..

No.
Nothing.
Nothing changed.

Next morning,
little white petals,
at the foot of the hill.

“Oh she’s pretty” said no one.
“Petals carried by the wind” said everyone…