Diamond Wings

Each fold has a story long and loud
But the story of all has not been found
Fold left, fold right, fold up, fold down
Till a crane of smooth ground is found
Then fly it all around
Its wings like diamond shining and showing
How very proud
I am in the now
Slowly it falls like a feather drifting through the breeze
Then fades away till it cannot be seen
The story of this will wait 'til spring.