Like a petal in the wind,
I am blown by gusts of fate.
Gusts that twist and curve and bend
To mock my light and dainty weight.
Though my elegance they scorn
Down upon these squalls I frown,
For of the rose they are the thorn
When I was once its fragrant crown!
And as I vaunt my vivid sight
In the ostentatious light,
My spirit proudly flares bright,
Like a fire in the night.
For when I finally lie below,
My worries gone, my fears thinned,
I dream with all my hopes aglow,
Like a petal in the wind.