A Feather’s Flight

A feather falls from skies above,
Graceful, light, as soft as love.
It twirls and spins through open air,
A dance of freedom, wild and rare.

It knows no bounds, it fears no height,
Carried on winds both soft and slight.
In every gust, a story told,
Of journeys new, of paths untold.

The feather lands on earth below,
A final rest where breezes blow.
Yet in its fall, a life was known,
A flight of freedom all its own.