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Broken

I feel like the kite that was flying high in the sky
And suddenly the thread broke somewhere somehow
And the drifting and dancing with the cool breeze started
And then slowly the gravity took over dragging down and down and down

The children of the area were too busy to run after me
Probably attending some class for their future
The onlookers didn't give me a second look

Now I'm stuck on a branch of tree
High up from the battles but not high enough for the breeze to push me again and again

I am tied to the tree
It talks to me about being grounded
About the greatness in being rooted
I don't understand it
Because I have only flown all my life
Never been tied to a tree

I have only longed for the blue sky all my life
Have only heard cheering when I flew high
Now the rain gets me wet and soggy
And the sun makes me brittle

I wish the tree knew the joy of flying
Wish I could convince it the beauty seen from high up in the sky
The feeling of racing the birds high up there
The feeling of defying the fear of falling

Will i ever fly again?
Or will I go down with the tree when a colony comes up in its place?
The answers are not with me buddy
Though I wish I had them on my face

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