Fallen

Scarlet roses pile up Daisies wave sunshine Aglows the bearer of light Serenades bring glee, But the fumes loathe me I may have fallen, behold Transcend these petals I fear stories untold Reveal the withered plow Do I attract storms? Or must I loathe myself, too? Brought joy and laughter But this must be it I may have fallen But one thing I know Skies will open And I will rest But I will still bloom Even when I fade from sight.