Blank Petal falls upon scarlet excess,

A limited reservoir painting the organic canvas.

Drenched in a coat of lover's rose,

The petal drifts on nature's zephyr.

Ever traveling,

Ever Thriving,

Till the almighty reclaims his zeitgeist

Stained petal descends once more,

Degrading to the end of self's lore.

Petal then fades, none now remains,

Cept droplets of petal's stain.

Never Moving,

Never pulsing,

Till from fertile womb, blank flower blooms.