A Feather In Flight Poem by Gerald Kithinji

As the bird flew in the swirling wind
Up and down the crests of trees
A feather (or two) could not resist
And off it went with the swirling air.

On and on the bird flew, on and on
Aimless in freedom the feather flew
On and on it flew, in the twirling wind
Till it soared above the crested trees, lo!

Oh, does anyone know what I feel out here?
Does anyone care what I do way up in the sky?
Does the bird know that (solo) I took to flight?
Will the bird remember and retrace its course?