Sky-Fall

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By Lenny Hall

I saw a feather fall today

It seemed to sing

                    to dance

                    to play

upon the breeze

of summer’s day

its lightness and its freedom fly

not from quill

or wing on high

but from the heart —

the true mind’s eye —

but down, down, down,

we all shall die

to rise again

as feathers fly

upon the breeze

of summer’s day

our hearts to sing

                    to dance

                    to play

Lenny Hall is a student and observer of life without formal credentials, who finds inspiration on Martha’s Vineyard.