Flying Like A Flower

The flower,
It gently moves in the breeze.
The wind picks up.
The flower,
How it flies.

The breeze carries it.
Like it would a feather.
So beautiful a site.
Oh, how it flies.

Peace is in the air.
As is love but war.
So much in the air.
But none refects on the world.

And so the flower.
Floating gently,
Lands in a pond.
Oh so lovely.
How it flew.
Oh so beautiful.