Meaning

A single feather falls from a clear blue sky,
into your open palm.
Mystery,
Truth,
Beauty,
Love,
The Universe is still, and has a meaning of its own.
It simply Is.
The busy human mind has spun a web of fantasy and lies.
We trample on the flowers,
But never once look to the skies.

New Holland

by Patrick William Kavanagh

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