I once was the kite, a beautiful, flying kite
I soared the sky, I dipped and swooped with all my might
You were the tree, my tree, growing tall inside my yard
Growing tall and healthy, your strength mighty and hard
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there is drift, there is pain there's thunder and rain there is a low there's a high you are definitely a kite in his blue sky up you go, that's your luck in the branches, you never get stuck trusted hands, strong thread peaceful firmament, your bed
ahh! great poem! 10 frm me