The Feather Poem by Billy Juergens

Through twists of air
The feather rides in peace;
Needing not but what it has,
And choosing not to land or more
But float to somewhere greater.

Pray freedom float, yet fate know none,
As fire burns around the down
And wind comes through, so fanning licks,
And forcing hope to flee and drown.

And think it does 'Now what to do,
For burning flames do eat me through,
And landing is but long gone past-
So left is but a prayer, at last.
I pray to live through horrid night,
And find an end to deathbourne flight,
'Fore turn I do to piles of ash,
And scatter to the wind,
Floating in the breeze as nothing.'