Like a feather, in the wind.
Wings on an angel, even if they sinned.

It blows, through trees.
Then they come, falling leaves.

The world, will shake.
For our, sake.
Slowly, they fall.
Petals on the lake.

Ripples they sent, all around.
Make reality bend, with the sound.
Of petals, drifting petals, on the lake.