Petals fall gently on the plain still, time stopped calm, they sing of hope even

Petals fall gently on the plain still, time stopped calm, they sing of hope even if the sky doesn't shine tomorrow I observe them, those petals no longer dance with the wind no longer shine with the sun no longer promise beauty around them Are they free now? They were observed They fell from the tree What else remains? What promises remain? Even if tomorrow's barren promises are found nothing can stop their return to grant peace, to show their beauty To fall from the tree once more.