Feathers in the Air

feathers in the air
sing their song of life
so tired they fall
wanting nothing but to lye on the cold hard ground
seeing in black and white
they sing a song of love to the ones they leave behind
the feathers dance on the wind as they grow near the ground
simple life they lead
much despair hidden within the special fine hairs withering
the name of the tribe seeing amidst the flames
hearing the screams of terror
they scream the scream of sadness
and hope
but they will forever be a wonder that we cannot see