Feathers Followed

Feathers followed on a balmy breeze,

Fluttering down a wooded trail,

In amongst the Redwood trees;

My dreams and aspirations sail.

And crazy am I giving chase,

To feathers on the breeze floating,

Where erratic is the line I trace;

Just out of reach - always groping.

To grasp these feathers if I could,

'Tis something I have wanted so much;

I've spent a lifetime in this wood,

But these feathers, I've yet to touch.

Now I wonder, have I the will?

Feathers flying, can I succeed?

For so much steeper is the hill,

And questions; do I have the need?

Until these feathers fallen short,

And curse I do my rotten luck,

Empty handed I must report,

And this issue now I can't duck.

For feathers followed to take stock,

Is foolishness beyond all words.

Yet, we the dreamers will still flock,

And chase what's rightly for the birds.