The Feather

F
  a
    l
      l
      l
    i
  n
g
the feather floats
        gently
to the ground.

Vulnerable
to every stray
        b
      r
    e
  e
z
  e
it
 s
    p
  i
n
  s
and twirls.

It seems so helpless in the
w
  i
    n
      d.

The feather knows no
f
  e
a
  r.
Wherever it lands
it
    will
        find
          peace.