In the quiet dawn, feathers fall,
Soft whispers in the morning glow,
Each one tells a story untold,
Of journeys where the winds will blow.
They dance upon the gentle breeze,
A ballet in the sky’s expanse,
With grace they float in silent ease,
In nature’s timeless, fleeting dance.
Bright plumes that catch the golden light,
Reflecting dreams of distant lands,
Each feather holds a future bright,
Embraced by skies, by gentle hands.
In their descent, they touch the earth,
A tender kiss, a silent song,
A reminder of lifeâs endless birth,
Of moments fleeting, yet so strong.