In the stillness of the night, feathers fall,
Soft whispers dancing, answering the call.
Under the moon’s gentle, silvery glow,
They tell tales only the stars would know.

Each feather, a story, a dream to be told,
A fragment of wonders, both new and old.
Carried by breezes, they drift and they sway,
In silent symphony, they find their way.

From the wings of angels, they softly descend,
On a journey of grace, with no clear end.
Through forests and fields, over rivers wide,
Feathers weave magic, where earth and sky collide.

In the quiet night, where mysteries blend,
Feathers bring peace, where dreams transcend.
A celestial ballet, pure and light,
Feathers in flight, a serene, gentle sight.