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 there's no more. I watch, Waiting, For something next, But nothing happens, So I look out the window instead of in the text. Nothing happens for a moment, Then my immagination taikes 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. Peaceful, Soothing, Why can't the world be like that? Graceful, Peaceful. Soothing, Is it too much to ask? Our people die everyday, I guess that's the way it is, We're just flower pedals flying away