Understanding ll

Is it, a struggle of a feather
to survive its yanking and flouting
in the cradle of air,
falling down with no acceleration?

Is it a determination that leaves all the doubt behind?
tearful clouds?
the only intent turning to rainbows
after a heart felt burst of tears?

Or
is it understanding
only when the falling feather lands,
or the buoying object sinks
in the bottom of the ocean?