Life Story of a feather

The wild winds carried me away when I rested on a page the page had little to say an old soul dying of age. A day, and a sting of time as i moved to another page dark memories, crooked mime for uniform, his soul did engage As I moved slowly further its weight steadily became heavy it happened he killed his brother who was a Russian, while he a Seal in Navy. Their lone mother rotted and died without seeing the face of her son with eyes burning heavy, he cried when he found, his mother too was gone. Then one cloudy winters day the winds found me again with repenting gust they snatched me away from the cruel world of sorrow and pain. When the sun finally came out I was resting on yet another page but this one had its heart painted out of a canary dying in the cage. Next dawn, I could sense the odd when a stain of red splashed my face I truly begged to forgiving god to end the horror that were in place... ...for that dawn was tainted with blood of an artist whose heart was pure but neglected and trampled in the mud she'd too much to endure. That night,a storm took me away to fly to a faraway land where peace and love could stay forever like grains of sand. This time I landed on a tattered page but it had a sense of calm to my surprise it was the same soul dying of age the wind took me away from whose palm. Why such calm look in his face? when he has suffered so much why hasn't the world given him a place? where he could find a loving touch. As i moved on, i was startled by the transformation of his life in paralyzing shock, I was baffled how he handled his strife. He let his tears flow from streams to ocean so that they could be complete his heart sang songs of love in motion traveling the world in feet. In one of his travels, as i read on when he fully became a sage his daughter's painting was on "Tomorrow's Dawn" of a canary dying in a cage. Then I understood god's cunning game and why he gave me the strife I am a feather, "love" is my name in this sweet circle of life.