Once there was a kite

Paper made and threaded

Little one in bigger wind

Skywards it headed
Land was far away

And clouds were way up

Flew with birds and airplanes

High was still not enough
Then came the storm

And cold wind of hurling rain

Drops fell and she ran

To home screaming with pain
‘No matter where one goes

And no matter what one gives

When trouble comes one runs

To where once one lived,
‘And once the storm is gone

One goes again to find

What makes existence meaningful

What helps grow the mind.
‘so remember where you come from

You might have to go back

To find what made and kept you

And sometimes to give it back.’


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