Higher into the inviting
sky,
I am carried by the
winds
Climbing,
ascending, reaching,
In a glint of dazzling
colour...
But someone holds
the string
That anchors me to
the ground,
And keeps me safe
Yet fettered.
The winds, they
pull,
Then push and shove
And try to whisk me
away
To places unknown, undiscovered...
But the cord holds
firm
And while I'm
secretly glad,
I wish for just one
moment
That I could fly
away.
