My Feathers
  Precious feathers I love, 
  Precious yet so soft and angelic,
  You cover me so elegantically, with warmth,
  Precious feathers that carries me to the blue sky,
  Precious feathers free me to fly,
  Like a angel these are precious feathers,
  My precious feathers shed as I fly high,
  Precious feathers expand graciously, 
  as if a shelter from the rain.
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
  
  
  
  
  
 
  Your word is my lamp for my feet, a light for my path. Psalm 119:105
 
 
 
  
© By Author Feon Davis
 
 