By Carol Elizabeth
The feather blissfully drifted away
Clueless of its path ahead
With a leap of redemption
Every gush of wing it swayed
The gush grew stronger
A little too hard to conquer
Up and above it rose
Stronger was it's fortitude , I suppose
A little unforgiving was the tempest
On and on it moved
It's rib was bent and bruised
Yet to succumb , it refused
Wonderful 🥹❤️