A Feather In Flight

As the bird flew in the swirling wind Up and down the crests of trees A feather (or two) could not resist And off it went with the swirling air. On and on the bird flew, on and on Aimless in freedom the feather flew On and on it flew, in the twirling wind Till it soared above the crested trees, lo! Oh, does anyone know what I feel out here? Does anyone care what I do way up in the sky? Does the bird know that (solo) I took to flight? Will the bird remember and retrace its course?