I was flying high in the summer when the sky was clear
The blues reflected in your eyes..No place for grief, no
place for fear!
I swayed along the western winds, spreading my multi-color
wings.
The joy that filled
up your heart when you played with my feeble strings!
You may hold me up in your hands, but for how long?
The strings attached to me aren't that strong!
Right now it may be playing along dear,
But the next minute be snapped and gone!
With the coming of the winter when dampness shrouds my skin
I’m too frail hearted to spread my slender wings!
The mists blur up the vast sky that I once so proudly reigned,
While time devours my vibrancy and all my colors go faint!
So I lay secluded and buried in a dusty corner of your room,
Someday I might as well be swept along by your ruthless broom!
Be crumbled and tore into pieces one could hardly count,
And never shall I see the sky, for my existence will be
doomed!
