Look up high, the leaves are swirling 'round
A tapestry of autumn on the ground
Gentle whispers of the trees, in grace
Telling stories in their hushed embrace
As I watch a feather start to rise
It finds its rhythm 'neath the open skies
And I watch the feather glide
Through the air it soars
Freely dances with the breeze, embrace
Take it from me it'll soar
Open the sky to its flight
Let go, unwind
Carried far from everything it knows
It drifts on currents where the four winds blow
A solemn pirouette above the stream
A silent ballet, a passerine's dream
The world's a stage, where nature writes the score
With flutes and strings that make the spirit soar
Falling gently, now it swings and sways
A tranquil rhythm set in nature's ways
The trees, they bow, every branch in sync
In this orchestra, no need to think
See the feather float with such delight
A silent serenade in the noonday light
Now the feather's caught in a playful twist
On an adventure that can't be missed
With every gust, it rises high
Casts a shadow in the sunlit sky
Orchestrated by an unseen hand
This feather's journey, vast and grand
Through the air, the feather flies anew
With the skyline painting shades of blue
As it spirals in a dance so free
Carries whispers of the sycamore tree
The melody played by the rustling leaves
Syncopates with the city's symphony