A feather drifts on a gentle breeze
Carried far by unseen seas
Its flight is light its path unsure
A quiet dance through the vast and pure
From lofty heights to earth below
It sways in rhythms only the wind knows
Its weightless form defies the ground
A silent traveler destiny-bound
Each gust a guide each fall a grace
The feather moves at its own pace
Though fragile it holds a power rare
To wander freely untethered by care
May we like the feather learn to glide
Trusting the winds that shape our stride
For lifes great journey is not in speed
But in finding beauty where paths lead