The feather flew high, the feather flew low. The feather flew fast, the feather flew slow. The feather floated through the trees, and past the leaves. It went through the snow and appeared to emit a glow..
The beautiful feather fluttered by, wondering how it got there. It flew all around in all its wonderfulness looking for an answer but no one paid attention to him. The feather delicately floated down wind on the journey of its life. All day every day flutter, fly swooping by. The angel that dropped it is missing out of this beautiful feathers soft glowing light. A gift from the heavens, from loved ones that have passed. Feathers are beautiful however they are.