Blood Petal Floating

The grass rotting by, smell his surprise

When rain draining shows, his end coming surely

As trees grow behind, its leaves bid goodbye

Nowhere for his soul, gliding past, his rooted demise

Speak now! The sun says too late! No one here complains!

Where the ground has surrounded, as he sinks underground

Blood petals floating, his chance remains no more

Only fiery death calling him home to his own

How quick the days from sowing, how good the ground below

Before came the flood of raining fire above

Where remains the time that waited this long...