Windy days of the year has come
Tropical rains from heaven had gone
How cheerful the children become
Adventures of life had just begun.
As I walk in the bounds of green fields
Gazing at the boys and girls playing
Singing, playing along with the wind
But one still remains flying.
Something with a perfect structure
Captured the views of every eye
Like a human body’s posture
Where the finest covering lies.
Elongated strip at the rear end
Drawing up like a balancing tail
Where fluctuation and poise suspend
Somehow similar as to human brain.
A string which keeps the connection
Between its body and its owner
Like the relation of two persons
Where the hearts are the fasteners.
Can’t desist comparing myself
To a kite that is tightly held
You’re my owner, I am your kite
Let me fly, but then hold me tight.
jael palileo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ordinary-creature/
