life is like a feather,

life is like a feather,

court in seaweed,

on the Great,

Ocean shore,

while the breeze,

blows from the sea,

it is secured there,

but when another,

breeze blows,

from other directions,

without warning,

that feather will be freed,

once more floating,

dancing through the air,

to another destination,

only God knows where,

only God knows when.

Done