A petal fell silently
onto grass left unmown.
Age strikes this being that grew all alone.

A windswept field filled with flowers and green.
Wandering spirits land on spaces meant for them,
doing their diligent duty, it seems.

Like clockwork the light falls,
Casting shadows on the ground.
Tension relieved, mortal coil unwound.

The other arrives, her domain is made cold,
all is asleep and
silence flows over the surface.

Time continues despite us
flowers, left lifeless.
Affecting even the Righteous,
leaves life buried in the ground.

Hours have passed the bell rings again!
Its sound cuts through the silence
vibrations resonate through dead bodies.

With fury his flames fill the air.
Awoken, spirits reclaim the sky
and new flowers are brought forth, nourished by the light.

The petals that fell have regrown.
flowers continue to bloom,
without those who had come before.

They know that nighttime has taken the others,
they are rooted and thus cannot run.
The spirits take their fears to the future,
so they might enjoy their short time in the sun.