Roots

My Life
Is like a
Beautiful KITE
Who’s string is held firmly by a warm Hand.

I glow
In the bright sun.
I dance
In the Gentle breeze.

My Life
Is like a
Beuatiful KITE

But when I realise
That the string is stuck to a pole instead?

Will I glow
When the sun shines?
Will I dance
when the breeze comes?

My Life
Is like a
Beautiful KITE
Searching for its roots !