Just a feather,
In the wind.
Riding a breeze,
Wondering where it’s going…
Not quite here,
Not quite there,
Floating around, hoping
To land somewhere
Where the grass
Needs not be greener
Hopefully in the palm
Of a great thinker.
In the meanwhile flying
As if it had wings,
Hopping from place to place,
And from dream to dream…
Stretch out your arm,
Offer your hand,
All this little feather wishes for
Is a sweet place to land.