KITE IN THE WIND

Racing to the terrace held gingerly and close

Tied with a string, is readied for freedom to soar

Adorned in gay colours, she’s now prettier more so



A hint of breeze and flung high and loose is she

Jerks on the string take her higher than the tree

Soon prancing and glowing in the skies is she



High above, she dances to a different tune

Swaying and singing whenever the waft renews

With a headiness that to her is familiarly new



When let loose in the skies she was generously told

Go fly free into the horizon like the birds and be bold

Go seek your destiny, wherever your heart unfolds



She takes it to be true and tries her new found wings

Weaving and flying free with the flow of the winds

Till she realizes that there is something missing therein



Though high above and amongst the clouds she swings

With every lurch forward she is by others reeled in

For you see, she is only a Kite, tied to a long string…




~Glowing Embers~

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