As light as a feather on the summer breeze

A bird in full flight High above, out of sight Drops a feather from its plume And it falls to certain doom so it Flutters downwards To the ground, Barely making a sound And it settles on the grass What's it future? We know its past Here the feather lays in wait For its undetermined fate Will it just rot down to nothing Or will it line the nest of something?

A bird in full flight
High above, out of sight
Drops a feather from its plume
And it falls to certain doom
so it
Flutters downwards
To the ground,
Barely making a sound
And it settles on the grass
What’s it future?
We know its past
Here the feather lays in wait
For its undetermined fate
Will it just rot down to nothing
Or will it line the nest of something?

Sunrise

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