From a bird a feather fell,
its story I shall now tell.
On the ground it did lay,
until upon it I came one day.
For many things I used this feather,
to play on clouds, to dance on thunder.
As a penny to make my wishes,
as a needle to mend stitched.
It was my pen to write such things.
Until one day it was time to go,
back to the dear bird who also loved it so.
I did let this feather go to fly high,
I gave it wind to reach the sky.
Once again one day this feather did fall,
to you it did land,
then this story you shall recall.
My dear feather you may use as a shawl,
to warm the heart,
as you heal all.