A perfect gift inside my palm.
Sliver thin and skin so light.
A twirled descent in fallen flight.
Silent soldier, protective shield.
Rigid curves, a woven web.
Satin sheen, embodied calm.
Proud upon a branches’ arm.
A dancer’s grace made divine.
Intricate veins, illusive lustre.
Forest feathers of green and gold.
A puzzle piece with no set mould.
Except to leave its home in time.
By nature’s caress or curious guide.
Endless lives, spawning fate.
Nothing’s more humble nor so great.