As the Petals Fall

The rose wilts, the petals fall, last call...last call... Left out in a field alone, flower beds of unhappy homes Over the hill and far away, barely seen at all...at all... On the edge of fertile soil above where the sea wave foams Suffering from the salt air breeze, as it blows...it blows... Bending the stem of belief, harboring the anchor of doubt Question the basics of the seed and where it grows...it grows... Take the plunge of grief into the sea to drown the voices out Uprooted feet, the soul set free, watch it just fly away...fly away... Left its wilted leaves as a warning to never trust the dirty soil It will beg and plead, lie and cheat, try to get you to stay...to stay... The games begin as the roots set in, sad vegetables always spoil 05/19/18 Written for Contest: Let Your Pen Drip Theme: Over the Hill and Far Away Hosted by: Broken Wings