the last petal danced,
dimly illuminated in the pale moonlight.
like an weightless owl feather,
she has seen the light.
by the gentle breeze it was led,
the last petal, a song it sang.
down by the river's flowing waters,
it softly lands.
the last petal, the last of the white rose.
the stalk, lone and strong.
the last petal, the white swan saw.
her tear fell as she spread her wings.
the last petal,
she now was free.
