Flower Pedals

Flower Pedals

As I lay under the flower pedals
Falling in my hair
Flowing through the air
I close my eyes
And I see how everything dies
The flower pedals turn to snow
The blue beautiful sky does not no more ever glow
The wind turn chilling and does not flow
There is a startling scream
It comes my lips as they play a dreadful skeem
Hopefully it's all a horrible dream
But no I am wide awake with this awful fear
However there are no tears
And now the flower pedals turn to ice
I can now pay my price.....