Soft flower pedals,
made of silk.
Fall gently.
The wind like a beautiful voice sings to them,
And lifts them up.
They dance,
They sing.
When the night is over,
They dance down to the river.
There you see,
See the glistening on the water.
So brilliant,
So sweet,
So pretty.
Some may never find this beauty,
But here I have found it all.
I found this all,
With in your eyes.
