The Fallen Flowers

Today, in the wood, we have the strong winds and spring-rain all the day! 
Fallen on the ground, the petals're dreaming, the time on the bough.
The flowers, always wished to be on the branch for a long time.
They're exposed to rain, waiting the new month which named, May! 
The flowers' days hadn't been lasted long and fallen, now.
But not knowing the rule, only men dreamed as a hero for a long mime.
(Org., Apr.,2019, Rev. Oct.,2023 Kinsley)