In the dawn’s embrace, feathers softly fall,
Whispering secrets of a sky so wide,
Gently they dance, heedless of it all,
Carried by winds, with grace they glide.

A tapestry woven by nature’s hand,
Each feather a story, a silent trace,
Falling like dreams upon the land,
In their flight, a fleeting embrace.

The hues of dawn reflect in their sheen,
Colors of sunrise, soft and bright,
In their presence, a moment serene,
A gentle touch in the morning light.

These feathers, with whispers they sing,
Echoes of journeys far and wide,
In their descent, a gentle wing,
Sharing tales of the skies they ride.