Rhythmic Stories October 31, 2021

Feather in the Wind

Some days it seems we are a feather in the wind

We start out somewhere, never knowing our end

Can you gather the scattered feather now
Long carried by the wind; I don’t see how

We cannot recoup the years flow fast
The newness of the feather can’t last

Traveling flight paths no particular plan
Content to linger wherever it lands

Picked up and carried by the next brisk wind
Never strong enough a feather can’t defend

Floating along viewed by many people
Resting some days on a nearby steeple

A feather in the wind for all to see
Its final resting place is an
old oak tree

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