Like a Feather in the Wind,

PEACE is like that of a fleeting feather caught in the wind,

No one can ever catch it, though many have tried,

Then what to do if we did catch it?

As after it is caught, it becomes only a feather,

Of no intrinsic value, except to the bird that lost it…

MONEY is also like a feather,

We have it, then we don’t,

We spend it; yes we need it then,

When we need it later,

It only blew away with the wind,

Oh what a sin…

LIFE, also, is a feather,

Starts out bright and light and airy,

We flow as a newborn & grow,

Fun and excitement we also know,

Eventually though,

We get older and realize how little we did sow,

Causing us to forget that inner child, such a blow…

LOVE, it is said, is fleeting like a feather,

We have it; we don’t, often times,

Sometimes we find the right type,

We nurture it and grow within,

We keep the feather, as a memory,

Of our love, so sensory, herein…

        © ed - 3/12/04