In a hush of wind,
the tree let go —
not all at once,
but gently,
petal after petal.
Each bloom a soft farewell,
each fall a quiet devotion
to the earth that held it
and the sky that watched.
I waited for this moment—
when the colors were ripe,
the breeze just right,
and no one else around.
A love letter written
in pink and light.