The Feather


As I was wafting through the air
Gliding along without a care
Alas, oh my, it came to be
The sights that would be mine to see
A world below with tales untold
Waiting patiently for time to unfold
Set free with just a gust of air
And blown about from here to there
Time abounds and passes by
I continue unnoted through the sky.

Summer, Winter, Spring, or Fall
My journey progresses through it all
Inanimate as I may be
The gift of freedom is granted me
A brand new babe in mother's arms
Windswept plains and dairy farms
Sun-drenched lands and oceans blue
Scholars, laborers to mention a few
Oh, how grand this earth I see
Speaks of great diversity.

Endless time but measured days.

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