A feather fell from skies unknown,

It danced with breeze, then dropped alone.

A silent drift, a fleeting flight,

It kissed the earth, then vanished—light.

The trees stood tall in golden hue,

Their leaves like sparks the heavens blew.

The sun forgot the time it kept,

And stars woke early while flowers slept.

A river sang to stones below,

Its song of time, both fast and slow.

The moon replied in silver rhymes,

A lullaby through ancient times.

No meaning fixed, no tale too grand,

Just moments stitched by nature’s hand.

And in between, a heart might find,

A thought once lost, now redefined.