Lotus Blossoms Poem by Jacob Courtney

Standing in the garden I see lotus blossoms falling from the
trees yet they do not wither. They float with the breeze swirling
round and round to a melody all of their own. Shapes begins to
form like a play unwrapping before my eyes. As the wind blows
harder the blossoms flow wilder and begin to unravel falling
violently to the ground. Like the soul of mine they lose all
hope of flying again. Just as it seems to end the disoriented
blossoms become whole again. With a gentle breeze they float away
as quickly as they came.