Swirling twirling
Soaring higher and higher
Aiming for spacious skies
Clouds covering the blue
Suddenly strong forceful winds blow
The kite tries to stay on course
It lands in a tree
It becomes tangled in the tree limbs
Limbs bare and brittle
The tips pointed like a "sharp edged sword"
Torn and ripped
The kite is in shreds
No longer can it fly
It is stuck and tangled in the tree
Just like the kite
We sometimes become stuck and tangled
We can become untangled and continue to soar
Clouds will disappear
Limbs will not remain bare and brittle
The tree limbs eventually will turn green and blossom
