Feathers float on the whispering wind,
A silent dance in the morning light,
Softly they drift, a graceful spin,
Carried by the breeze, out of sight.

Each feather tells a story untold,
Of flight and freedom, wild and free,
In the sky so vast, so bold,
They soar high, a symphony.

Under the sun’s golden embrace,
Feathers shimmer, pure and bright,
An ethereal beauty, a delicate trace,
A fleeting moment, a gentle delight.

As the day turns to twilight’s hue,
Feathers rest on the ground below,
A reminder of journeys far and true,
Of the winds that carry them, to and fro.