A feather on her way !

 

Swinging its way

through silver lined clouds,

Little feathers fly high!

Flapping wings drop them all the way

Letting them swinging up and down.

Resembling tiny birds without wings

They slowly climb down the way

Seeking for a place to stay!

Petals of widely opened flowers

Wishes them to take a break –

And rest awhile amidst their whorls!

Carried away in the evening breeze

They silently peeped into my window

And found a place amidst my books.

“Oh! Dear! It is a feather!”

With a smile my daughter took

“A right place for you to be”

She placed it amidst the leaves of her book !