°❀.ೃ࿔*. A poem about petals falling from trees :3

One sunny afternoon, without warning, a pink cherry blossom petal flew by my vision.

As quickly as it came, it blew away into the whirling winds, never to be seen again.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it, where did it come from? Where is it now? How can a singular petal be so entrancing and beautiful?

And just when I thought it was gone, it swept into my vision again. Is it here to stay?

 I hope it is.