One beautiful feather
Floating down,
Down
Down
Twirling in the wind
So light and so fragile
My mother once told me
That you light your own path
And what one man treasures
Another may trash
But to see the beauty
In everything and everyone
You must not let yourself
Be consumed by society
You are beautiful
You are a feather
This to me just describes how everyone is so obsessed with looks rather than personality or conversation.