Noah Parker

A feather floats by,

Tickling the cheek of a child,

Easily drifting just out of reach

Of clumsy clutching fingers.

It drifts along

Floating on the wind

Unhindered by any

Tree, person, or building.

A feather floats by,

Brushing the mirror

Made by the cool water

Of the ocean.

A feather floats by

Just for you.