In the hush of dawn, feathers drift,
Gently cradled by the morning breeze,
Whispers of softness, tenderly they lift,
A symphony of grace among the trees.

These fragments of clouds, pale and bright,
Caress the skies with silent flight,
Carried by winds, timeless and free,
Echoes of eternity, in feathers we see.

They tell stories of journeys afar,
Of wings that soared beyond the stars,
In every plume, a secret untold,
A dance of freedom, bold and uncontrolled.

As day fades to night, feathers still glide,
Embracing the dusk, where shadows reside,
A gentle reminder of beauty’s tender art,
In each feather, a piece of the heart.