I watched a feather float down from the sky.
The beauty of it made me wonder why.
Why does beauty whither and die?
Please tell me why.
A voice sounded in my head.
"These are not left for dead.
To a new life they go instead.
No. Beauty is not dead."
I looked at the feather with a new eye.
Finding that reason why.
A new beauty to make me cry.
Now I understand why.
RAH 2018
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