Look up high, the leaves are swirling 'round
A tapestry of autumn on the ground
Gentle whispers of the trees, in grace
Telling stories in their hushed
As I watch a feather start to rise
It finds its rhythm 'neath the open skies

And I watch the feather glide
Through the air it soars
Freely dances with the breeze, embrace
Take it from me it'll soar
Open the sky to its flight
Let go, unwind

Carried far from everything it knows
It drifts on currents where the four winds blow

Falling gently, now it swings and sways
A tranquil rhythm set in nature's ways
The trees, they bow, every branch in sync
In this orchestra, no need to think
See the feather float with such delight
A silent serenade in the noonday light

Now the feather's caught in a playful twist
On an adventure that can't be missed
With every gust, it rises high
Casts a shadow in the sunlit sky
Orchestrated by an unseen hand
This feather's journey, vast and grand

Through the air, the feather flies anew
With the skyline painting shades of blue
As it spirals in a dance so free
Carries whispers of the sycamore tree
The melody played by the rustling leaves
Syncopates with the city's symphony