red petals
are shuddering lightly
under the touch
the wind likes pranks,
knocking them is whistling,
in green grass a waft.
it is flying above the ground.
flowing straight from flowers,
poppy petals.
for a moment it is still dancing
and it is already in green,
it's time to fall asleep.
Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-for-the-dream/
