A Feather On Her Way!

Swinging its way 

Through silver-lined clouds, 

Little feathers fly high! 

Flapping wings drop them all the way 

Letting them swinging up and down. 

Resembling tiny birds without wings 

They slowly climb down the way! 

Petals of widely opened flowers 

Wishes them to take a break

And rest awhile amidst their whorls! 

Carried away in the evening breeze 

They silently peeped into my window 

And found a place amidst my books. 

"Oh! Dear! It is a feather!" 

With a smile my daughter took 

"A right place for you to be" 

She placed it inside her book!