Dancing Feather

The feather lays gracefully on the floor,
Its opaline eye gazing towards the blue sky.
Intoxicating hues of blue and green dance off the morning dew,
Rays of gold and brown mix in the light,
Iridescent purples waltz with the sun.
Teal and lilac sway in the warm morning light,
Its delicate structure as flexible as a dancer,
The white quill intertwining with silky barbs.
A soft breeze carries the feather,
Twisting and turning in the morning light,
Like a prima ballerina on opening night.
Its graceful dance capturing the forest.
As the feather slowly falls,
And its solo ends.