Fluttering gently, carried on the breeze,
Floating through the clouds and streets with ease.
A soft white shade, so delicate and pure,
Used to the beat of a wing and more.
Feathers flying through the sky, twirling, twisting - stop.
Caught in the gentle grip of the trees, in a field of crops.
It moves on sharply, whipped away by the weather,
Once more, carried away, just a simple feather.