lillipadponderings

Spread some feathers on the lawn,
And watch them fly away.
They can’t be gathered in again,
On the ground they will not stay.

The wind will catch and scatter,
They’ll wing their way on high.
Through the distant elements
Each tiny feather will fly.

Just as the foolish words you speak,
Are carried by the gust.
So then to think before we speak,
And guard our mouth we must.

Once you’ve said hurtful words,
They’re gone and can’t return.
Though we see the damage done,
It’s a lesson too late learned.