littlesebbymichaelis

Running Running across a field Holding a string Attatched to a kite Soaring high does the kite go But then the rain came The fun ended The breeze is no longer so warm The kite can no longer soar Drooping down does the kite go Rushing before the lightning strikes Anxiety hitting harder than the volts Frowny kite lays on the grass Why must the fun stop? wondered the kite Does the lightning seem so bad? Isn't the fun worth the risk? pleaded the kite No answer There lay the sad kite Not a soul touch it since the storm All alone Soaked in the wet that is depression Never to soar again Or so it set in it's mind The storm n