Picked up by the breeze
Soaring fast among the trees
Barely showing that it can be dappled
Making onlookers envious and baffled
The sweet little cotton ball
Filled with dreams and whispers
Flies on the wind
With other wish-drifters
Its white little feathers
Tickling the wind
Making the wind laugh
As it brushes against its skin
More wish-drifters join
And follow the winds’ course
Some whispers gentle
Some whispers hoarse
They fly until they reach a spot
Making out no certain plot
They started out on a single stem
Though they go as far as the dream takes them
‘Tis the journey of wish-drifters
A lasting hope for all the wishers
By AJ Ettellig
Gone From Our World, Always In Our Hearts. Rest in Peace.
