The passing flower

In the wind
In the night
Or the grass
Rolling on
Silently
Swiftly
Alone
In the mist
Of darkness
Scents of spring
Rolled into fall
Birds chirping above
Sirens blare in the distance
And night carries on
Without notice
A squirrel runs by
Upon the power lines
Holding her nuts

We can still laugh even tho we are sad
For whatever reasons

The world is ******