Feathers

Feathers falling from the sky,
like petals from a rose held high.
They dance and float as they slide down,
covering the sacred ground.

A carpet that is soft as snow,
the feathers have no place to go.
They cover all the land we know,
they brighten up and light the show.

Angels dropped them from above,
there sent to cushion us with love.
You see them as you walk through town,
they cover all the sacred ground.

Why do the feathers fall from skies,
there love it shines from somewhere high.
To walk upon this silver cloud,
It leaves a path that can't be found.

Why would you need to hide your path,
there's something hidden that won't last.
I wonder why the feathers fall,
there is reason for it all.  

You pick one up and then you look,
you'll see the story of a crook.
A magic feather lost in time,
it holds the secrets that are mine.

The secrets that it keeps are true,
I only want to share with you.
The magic that has come through time,
you see it clearer when it shines.

Feathers falling from the sky,
I think in life we're going to die.
They dance and float as time goes by,
the feathers sometimes make us cry.

By Ian McEwan, © 2011, All rights reserved.
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