Feather

The feather is flying                  

In the sky so high

Don't know whether      

Belongs to the birds who cry.

Across the world, it moves 

From zero to infinity

Unaware of the grooves 

And its desired destiny. 

"Goodbye!" it said 

To the passerby along,

Never thought it would travel so long.

Travelling the oceans 

In the sky so high

Seems like the garden of blue-grass

Below and bright.

Jealous! I am from the

Feather in the air,

Doing a world tour 

Without a ticket and fair.

Wondering how far 

Is the feather's destiny.

I am praying in the car 

For its sake and eternity.