Like rose-colored snowflakes they fall

Like a ballet in air

Gliding, turning, gracefully descending

To the streets tread by heroes

 

Like a blanket they cover the stone

Clouds of sunrise pinks

Their velvet skins replacing sandpaper

On the streets tread by heroes

 

The hero reaches up his trembling fingers

Letting the petals fall into the palm of his hand

And his boots push through the streets

Tread by heroes

 

The petals brush against new wounds

Wounds won in battles just fought

And the crowds are cheering

On the streets laced with petals

 

Another second gone by, more petals fall

he stoops and scoops up a handful

Caressing the velvety feathers in his fingertips

and the people cheer on

through the streets of petals