The Wind Poem by Perfectly Flawed

The wind whispers in the ear of the tree
As the leaves caress the air
The fragile wild flowers sway
Petals fall without a care

Your voice lingers around me
such a aura would make one hide
But theres no running from the feeling
Nor the memories kept inside

Such beauty would be an illusion
Yet such horror can be too real
When your heart has been raped
The bleeding is all you can feel

Forsaken flowers fall from trees to die
No strength to search for pure ground
Silently beauty rots away
None of the remains are found.