A gift for me

Today it was windy out and bright.
I was writing a story or two to send to a friend tonight,
When suddenly, the wind blew again and again, a gift fell for me.
Yes, a petal fell from a faraway tree,
And it was pretty, soft, and yellow.
It’s one color moist and mellow.
Now the wind blows harder, bringing more to my hand,
And my feelings are rather warm, brilliant, and bland.
Never once have I received a petal and displayed so much glee,
Like what this year’s spring, for the first time let me see.

Author notes

This actually did happen to me today (hours ago, really - when the sun was up and the wind was blowing super hard), and... a petal just blew up in my face (which was something that's never really happened to me -- I only get leaves, you see)! And well... I'm proud of this piece. It's soft, light, and as bright as me! (Word, well... almost, as bright as me... ;D)

But yes, tell me what's up, yes? Did you feel anything special when reading this (because I sure did when I wrote it - it was an enlightening feeling about nature vs. how we destroy it/humanity)?

Thanks, I'd like to know. ;]

~Meli♥