Feather

Your touch, O feather, is like that of a tender mother, The plumage on elegant birds; Tough! Yet soft and downy! Rainbow-colored, on bird species, allure you smother, Reddish in some, greenish in others, in others brownie...! An art? A celestial craft? in you, divinity dwells, The maestro craftsman's masterpiece, in you, brightly shines; Blue, green, brown, and yellow, as though designed soft, into bells, On peacocks, pheasants, and sickle-birds read between the lines...! As though praising the supreme creator, is your movement, There's dance and music when you float in the water or breeze; With trust, honor, wisdom, power, freedom, and contentment, You symbolize and entreat to make our existence ease...! Though minuscule among creational realities, You crown many crowns and become one of the best beauties...!!!