The sparking Feather

In the strong and furious gale,

when no one was about,

an observing guy saw,

all of a sudden,

a feather most adorable.

He thought it was the smoothest,

though he never touched it,

it revolved around him,

only for a few seconds,

in a way even he forgot blinking.

Then it disappeared in a flash,

along with the gale,

now he doesn't witness,

at least a glimpse of that,

or its charming scent.

On his way ahead,

after sometime,

another smooth feather,

started following him,

to be precise; still following.

But its sight, scent,

only spark up the memory,

of that smoothest feather,

he saw inside the gale,

just nothing else!

Why doesn't he tend to see,

the beauty of this one,

seems like he needs, the very previous one,

but how to ensure,

that he would ever see it again?

Only just a slight hope,

and a powerful wish is there.

When that strikes his mind,

it sparks up even so high,

so will he see it again?