Lyrics of Literature

Kite

I was walking in the fields.
Seeing the nature's green
Then someone caught my eyes.
It was a child flying a kite unseen.

I was fascinated with the view.
I can't remove my sight like it was glued.
The child was all alone.
Yet, a smile was all he shown.

The kite flew freely.
Too free that it got tired of the child's grip.
Silent cries too weary.
Child's smiles disappeared then ripped.

Poor little one.
He only wanted to make the kite fly.
Yet, it didn't last longer.
Flew to the dark sky.

Then, storms came rushing in his direction.
Not knowing where to go.
It was quite an impression.
The child stayed and waited to snow.

Winter passed. Spring came back.
The child grew into life-hacked.
Forgotten about the poor kite in stack.
By the tree, near their house in cracked.

That boy then came out of their house.
Noticing a thing flying around.
Just like the kite's height,
He changed from what I've found.

Kite. The end