I stood before the gods But none had time to see me I was kept with the odds For unlikely reasons, may be Besides, I am just a feather Floating with the delirious winds I hope to be together But I've lost all my kins Far and further, I rest on a tree And see crowds gather Fortunately, I am free Camouflaging in this weather Dirt and dust cover me dearly Making a coat of foundation It's hard to make out clearly So, now I am in fashion Lots sit or stick out from hats Dipped in ink, the fancy quills Decorated in fine mats Processed in mills But I am just a part of someone Whom I've lost in a matter of time Everyday bored watching the sun Wonder, what was my bearers crime!