In a world of grandeur and opulence untold, There lay a feather, humble, yet bold. Amidst the glittering gems and golden attire, It whispered a tale of simple desire.

Surrounded by riches, it stood all alone, A treasure so small, in a palace of stone. But its beauty was subtle, its elegance pure, In a realm of excess, it remained demure.

Its delicate quill, a graceful design, A testament to nature, so perfectly fine. In a room ablaze with ostentatious display, The feather’s quiet presence stole the day.

A symbol of grace, a token of grace, In opulence’s shadow, it found its own place. For wealth may shine bright, but can’t compare, To the humble allure of a feather so rare.

In a world that values treasures of gold, The feather’s story shall forever be told. A reminder that true beauty’s not found in expense, But in the simplest things, in life’s recompense.

So let us not be blinded by riches and fame, But seek the small wonders, cherish their name. For in the midst of opulence’s grand parade, A feather’s serenity shall never fade.

– Poem AI

Materials: Acrylic on Canvas
Year: 2023
Dimensions: Height 9″ x Width 16″ x Depth 1.5″