The Feather- a poem

I woke one day and felt quite lost;

Direction wasn’t found.

And though I listened very hard,

I couldn’t hear a sound.

AND so I pushed along my way,

Looking for the light,

Searching for a road ahead,

Still hidden from my sight.

SOON I found a steppingstone

Inviting me to see,

A path that showed before my feet,

Just there, beyond the tree.

AND as I walked the path ahead,

Into the yet unknown,

A feather fell before my step,

And I was not alone.

Retm