Boy and Kite

Everyone was out because they needed the sun

Everyone was ravaged by their shadow

There were feelings that could not be put into words, for that realms expanded

What would I rather be?

The bee ravaging the flower or the flower being ravaged?

Neither can evade their shadows

Submission is an act of generosity

The boy flies his kite though the wind gives little aid

His spirit soars

If the wind should die, the dirt would be there for him to play in