Beyond The Fall Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

The fallen feather, stained with earth's dark hue,
A whispered story of a dream untrue.
Broken wings that once had soared so high,
Now lie in stillness 'neath a weeping sky.

The wind remembers the freedom they possessed,
A soaring spirit, now forever pressed.
The sun still shines on fields they used to grace,
But shadows linger in this desolate space.

A fragile hope, a flicker in the breeze,
That strength may mend and bring a sense of ease.
Though flight is lost, and skies are far away,
The heart remembers a brighter bygone day.

The silent tears that fall like gentle rain,
A mournful echo of a lingering pain.
But even broken, beauty can remain
A quiet strength to rise and try again.