White and small...
Weightless
Powerless against the wind upon which it rides
And dancing oh, so slowly
Until gently lowered to the ground
Soft stuff, what could you be?
Feathers from a sparrow
That shoots like a rocket through the sky
Or
Seedlings from thousands of dandelions
Grasping one another in fear
of landing in the unknown?
Or are you the down from angels' wings
Blessing the ground beneath our feet?
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