The Feather

Helloooo,
so just a while ago, I started writing a poem. It's basically about this feather that has no direction, and what happens afterwards. it two continuous poems, which means they relate in some way. There are some hidden meaning behind them, so lets see if you can find them. Oh, and by the way, I don't really write rhyming poems, so they're just free style.

Falling Feather
The feather falls, slowly down.
Slower than rain, Slower than snow.
Where it lands, I don’t know.

The feather falls, slowly down.
It has no destination,
But it keeps on falling.

Rain, snow, wind
changes the course of its fall,
while also changing its destination.
But where it lands, I don’t know.

Its destination;
Ocean, forest, rocks;
we will never know until it lands.
Not even the last second before.

The feather falls, slowly down.
Where it lands, I don’t know.
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The Feather
A feather lands,
In a forest full of trees.
But a feather is a feather,
it cannot sprout.

A feather lands.
In an ocean full of life.
But a feather is a feather,
it cannot grow.

A feather lands,
In a pile of rocks.
A feather is a feather
It will never be a rock.

A feather is a feather,and forever it shall be.

My poems are often pretty repetitive, but I still put a lot of time, and feeling to it.

-Alice L.