Flower Pedals Flying in the Wind

I pull a pedal off,
One by one,
Watching until there is none,
As they float to the floor,
Swirling, swirling until ther's no more,

I watch, waiting,
For something next,
But nothing happens,
So I look out of the window instead of in the text,

Nothing happens for a moment,
Then my imagination takes over,
Beautiful flowers surrounding me,
The wind carefully peeling off thier pedals,

and dancing so beautifully.

It's like a bottle full of sunshine,
the movements, so graceful,
Peacful,
Soothing,
Why can't the world be like that?
Graceful,
Peaceful,
Soothing,
Is it too much to ask?
Our people die everday,
I guess that's the way it is,
We're just flower pedals flying away.