Weight as Fate - edit, title change

[busker]

Weight as Destiny


Gravity fails not
nor varies yet wind blows
and breath and birds defy it
while they live
each cast-off feather falling
to its waiting rest
unforeseeable, unique.

This is a lovely poem.
I sneaked a peek at Tiger's suggestions, and while they make a lot of sense, I need to say something new, don't I? 

I think omitting the definite article in the second line makes it a bit - for lack of a better word - clunky. That, and the eschewing of punctuation. But the latter is a personal preference.
The only thing that I actually dislike in the poem is the title. The content is far too sublime for such a prosaic headline.

The poem operates smoothly at two levels. That's not unusual. What I was not expecting was the last line. It's slipped in like a subtle thunderbolt, a thing of beauty. Yes, our individual sticky ends are unforeseeable and unique. Each bird, each man, is an island.

Glorious stuff.