Lessons From a Feather

A flock of birds fly
into the open breeze,
Ruffled feathers fall
from the tall pine trees.

A lost feather floats
down from the azure sky,
Soft to the touch,
attractive to the eye.

The beauty of nature
is in the feather found,
Small hands of learning
with eyes on the ground.

A moment of question
for the young eager mind,
The bird that molt
and leaves feathers behind.

The north wind blow
and the birds fly south,
Words of understanding
comes from a child's mouth.

When Mom tells the story
of the birds in their flight,
The feather means more
as it flutters in daylight.

A pretty shade of blue
with a soft white end,
The gift found in nature
shared by a good friend.