A Kite Never Dies of Oxygen

The bird with broken wings contemplates The kite flying in the sky The breeze takes the kite away Up on the hills The bird moves its wings It can’t fly like colours in the kite Sometimes paper is much more free Than an open cage Sometimes freedom means ‘’open ‘’ Sometimes it means wings of heaven The wounded wing can’t fly like a kite Because it still doesn’t know the real meaning of butterfly A butterfly is the abbreviation of both colour and wing When they both sing the spring song