Panoramic Views

 I watched a white feather fall;
a flake of silk with woolly strands,
gliding freely on a breezy wall
to rest on wherever it lands.

I watched some dark smokes climb;
some puffs from burning coals,
running wildly with windy limbs
to live with clouds in a whole.

I watched a drop of tears;
a ball of fluid with salty taste,
flowing gently from watery eyes
to streak a face at a hysterical sate.

I watched a branch break off;
a squeal of cracks from a forceful pull,
jerking off with a thunderous laugh
to part from a home once full.