Flying free, sharing the wind
with the birds of the sky,
experiencing updrafts and
downdrafts, responses always
a bit late and often overplayed
until the kite of youthfulness
is caught by the tree of life
so to become part of new
life experience, and the branches
binding it to its place, resist
persistent coaxing from
below, and the string will be lost,
the connection severed
and paper and sticks become
once again a part of the tree
from whence it came, and
from where it will later
inspire future fanciful flights,
of youth, playing in the sky
as a part of life’s great circle.