Broken Feathers

A song of broken feathers

of shedding wings 

and changing weathers.

A rhyme of flight through open skies;

those carefree summers

and tearful goodbyes.

The melody of the whistling breeze

calmed our ruffled feathers 

with so much ease.

A chirping hymn we sang in chorus

of promises set in stone,

which soon turned porous.

Only broken feathers now left to sing,

of memories which were once

the wind beneath our wings.