A carpet of pink flowers

There’s a carpet of pink flowers under the tree

it’s thick and velvety

and new flowers fall from the tree swirling in strange patterns guided by the wind

until they gently rejoin the already fallen flowers

I wonder what would happen if a new stronger wind rose

and blew all the fallen flowers at once

turning them into a beautiful, bewitching cloud that travelled around

giving these flowers a new life, a new purpose, a renewed beauty