Forever floating like the River Nile,
The Thames,
Strong like the stems of a flower,
Which lay beneath it's beauty,
Only to witness it blossom.

It wants for nothing,
But to float within the earth's atmosphere,
To be one with it's surroundings,
To find those who need it most,

Becoming the place for your fears and worries to die,
Whilst you thrive,
It remains here for you,
To guide you,
Love you.

To help you spread far and wide, as is it's nature.
To be there for you in times of need.
It is your feather.
And you are the bird, who needs not for a flock.
Nor a Shepard.
Weightless you shall be.
Forever free.