The Rise And Fall Of A Feather

A poem, Feather, Earth, Mother, Life, Death

A feather gently floating in mid-air,
higher and higher it was meant to go.
Never was it to touch land so bare,
Mother, once lush, has falling to woe.


But as all things, the feather must descend,
Moving from the firm to things metaphysical.
The feather on earth, no more needs to ascend.
Farewell to earth, to mother, the hysterical.