A single feather falls
Black as night without a star
Fine, supple bristles
With little sign of wear
The feather comes down
Slowly, without effect from wind
Falling from somewhere high above
Purposeless now, without its friends
Simply falling for the sake of falling
But upon landing, it is gripped.
Given new purpose from a face of wonder
A body of youth
A child’s simple smile
Holding this beautiful feather
With the wonders of the world held within.