The Feather That Stayed Still In A Storm . . .
#BEHOLD so beautiful it fell from above , so quite so soft as white as a dove . It sat so calm alone in it's place the wind blew rough and it didn't give chase . Some people walked pass little kids even played , but that feather didn't flinch nor budge it stayed . . . Than darkness fell and the moon was bright like war in the sky there grow flashes of light , the thunder was loud and the rain fell hard , but that feather remained where it was from the start . . .