A feather whispered by,
telling her a secret.
She listened intently.
She wondered where that ethereal bookmark had been.
On a long and distant journey?
What had it seen along the way?
And where was it going?
Could she go along, she wondered.
Travel to where the breeze would take her
and recline upon the wind?
Evaporate into the sunshine
and pour moonlight upon the night.

Yes, of course, she'd go along, she pondered.
She'd travel to where the breeze would take her
She'd most definitely recline upon the wind.