Beyond the Fall

The fallen feather, stained with earth's dark hue, A whispered story of a dream untrue. Broken wings that once had soared so high, Now lie in stillness 'neath a weeping sky. The wind remembers the freedom they possessed, A soaring spirit, now forever pressed. The sun still shines on fields they used to grace, But shadows linger in this desolate space. A fragile hope, a flicker in the breeze, That strength may mend and bring a sense of ease. Though flight is lost, and skies are far away, The heart remembers a brighter bygone day. The silent tears that fall like gentle rain, A mournful echo of a lingering pain. But even broken, beauty can remain A quiet strength to rise and try again. ©bfa031425