''A flower that falls into the air"
Covered with so much green is the flower.
Covered with protection, not feeling the fear.
The flower feels she is blood, feels she is part of the root, the root of the tree.
With time comes the wind, and it blows hard; the flower resists leaving the tree; the warmth of his lap; the shelter he gave, when she was in life, being part of his life, when the energy flows downstream to the end.
A flower that falls in the air, covered with so much green, moves in the wind; feeling no more; accepting that it is like that "The life she lived", the life that she felt as there is no more beautiful life than living the lived live until the breath of life goes away.
To soul.