Feathers

I'm a feather adrift on a breeze.

Awash in golden rays of sun

Floating on the softest of summer winds

Free to Travel but happy to Simply follow the

gentle push and pull of the current.

I'm happy.

I'm a Rock jammed into a Mountain side.

Visible only to those who look closely

Hidden by dust and dirt and age

Strong and permanent and there.

I'm happy.

I'm a tree planted deeply into rich soil.

Illuminated by the sun above

Nurtured by everything and resistant to toxicity

Bright and happy and free to grow stronger and taller and wider.

I'm happy.

I'm the feather, but I'm also the rock.

I'm the Rock, but I'm also the tree.

I float and I sink and I grow, but above all else, I stay happy.