my kite . my story

fine weather windy day
im standing in the middle of a green field
there is nobody else except
me and my new kite
the air is so cool
the scene is so quiet and calm
the smell of the air so fresh
i know this is the moment only for me and my kite...

i set my kite off above the plain blue sky
it is getting higher and higher from the ground
and it is getting smaller and smaller

i can hear the whispering of kite to the air
he needs freedom
plain blue sky is where he needs
because of  my selfishness
it had been tied by the thread that lay in my cold hand
my thought is in doubt
i dont want to let it go from me

but
at last, i know. i have to flee him
i know he needs the blue sky more than me
i know he will be suit in the place where he belongs
i cant halt this because of my ignorance

hence
i open my palm and set it free
let him bring my wishes and my unhappy away
from the dirty ground that i m standing on
i think i do the right choice.

goodbye, my kite.