feather bound

as a feather floats threw the sky gliding through trees as if it were meant to be. it grazes leaves and never gets caught as if it had a mind of its own it makes its way through an open field lightly tickling the nose of a young girl making her smile. as she grabs it to show her mother a gust of wind grasps the feather it slips away from her tiny little fingers it is blown away so far away that only the eye of an eagle see . if only we new the roads of a feather we would no longer need the man of weather.