False Superiority

A discordant tune the wind does play,
Simultaneously carrying fallen petals,
Arrogant fragments of the flower,
Thought they could fly,

In flight, they mitigate the empire of acarpous trees with insults,
In flight, they laugh at withering plants and crumbling leaves,
In flight, they forget that they are the same,

But the gust will end soon...

by ArcAngel
posted on 11/07/2009