The winds whisper tales of far away lands
Of palaces, seas and beaches with sands
Of kings, of queens and brass marching bands
The eagles sing about the heavens above
But my favorite tale is the one from the dove
She tells me of a land far far away
And what a little girl saw one morning in May
Sally wandered through the park
Though it was getting dark
And she saw over there
A lady with feathers in her hair
She thought it odd that
There were feathers but no hat
So sally asked why
And was answered with a sigh
The hat is still there
It is you who cannot see
Or perhaps you simply
Cannot believe
It’s alright child
You’ll grow up soon
Sally was puzzled
And very confused
She glanced away
While she mused
When she turned back her gaze
Sally was quite amazed
The woman with feathers
In her hair
Was no longer there