The Soul Of Feather.

I was walking down the hill

When I heard the bird's shrill

She was flying in the sky

Giving us motto to always try.


Her voice was sweet

She was welcoming us to meet

In deep heart I was looking

As if meal she was cooking.


She went to lawn and field

Where there was nice crop yield

She picked some twigs and sticks

The lesson to work hard even we are sick.


Her way of feeding was nice

I looked and looked at her twice

The little chicks were glad

Telling us not to be sad.


She told her kids how to fly

Giving us way how to touch sky

Little birds started to flap their feather

Enjoying the cool weather.


Her character was strong

Depicting how are life journey is long

Happily singing and chanting hyms

I was watching her sings.


Now comes the time when feathers are shed

New arising coins are so glad

How strong these feathers were in past

With so much glow and shining apart.


Thinking about the life of a feather

Remembering how cool was weather

This is the soul of a feather

Cried and died for forever.