As I see the feather gliding
From place to place
It moves carelessly
There is no hurry, there is no race
Nonchalantly
As the winds blows it up and down
Effortlessly
It goes all around
Gliding smoothly without making a sound
It’s next step not planned, not known
It is weightless
It goes with the flow
I think about how back in the day
When I was child and all that mattered
Was enjoying the simple joys of life
Playing
Laughing
Running
Without any stress or strife
My dreams were as simple as having a bike
I didn’t need to be liked
It was a time where I could just be
Didn’t have to pretend to be anybody but me
All of life was just about experiencing beauty
Joy was simple
Either through a game
Or a slurpee
Or a candy
Things didn’t need to be different
I was happy with the same
When I was child life was rich
Filled with cries and laughs
And angers and sighs
It was like being a feather in the air
A time that will never come back
It was truly rare
And as the feather finally streams through the winds
From it’s lovely quest
And it comes to its rest
So too I feel blessed
That I came to my own rest
But sometimes I wish
To be a child again
To relive again in that simple happiness