The Weight of Feathers

To anyone who's ever felt invisible: I see you, you matter. Help show someone else they matter.

If a tree falls in a forest & no one hears it

Does it still make sound?

If a cannonball shatters the earth but no one feels it

Is it nothing more than fragments on the ground?

If a blossom withers away and no one has seen its beauty

Was it ever beautiful at all?

If a fruit grows on a bountiful tree

Will anyone miss it if it falls?

I am not a motorcycle or airplane

Passing by in loud fervor

I am not a heavy dumbbell

Falling and instigating tremors

I am not the sunset

Stealing shallow breaths with my beauty

I am the dewdrops resting on blades of grass in the misty morning

I am the breeze leaving tentative touches with wispy fingers

I am the shooting star streaming brilliantly in the dead of night, granting a child's silent wish

I am the oxygen flowing through living creatures & sustaining life

I am the weight of feathers

Floating, Drifting, I am Untethered

Not heard, nor felt, nor seen, nor noticed,

But craved, wanted, needed nonetheless

I am the simple beauty in things taken for granted

They say one person can not change the world

I say if an average person does a single kind act daily, they will 28,835 lives in their lifetime

A tiny drop rippling in a pond, my effect is not immediately noticed

But it reverberates deep within the souls of many

Like all things gold I will fade too quickly

But I shall be happy, for I have made a difference.