A Miracle

Birds fly beside the kite that flew up there Waving and dancing making circles in the air, Light from the sun jump into the memories hold, I was told that the blue cloud was cold And stayed up looking silent in the frozen air. Until a sudden gust came into the atmosphere, And a great shower turns the ice to rain. With celebrations, the teardrops came, And a miracle stood there in a golden flame Where there should have been a pain. The sky above was new, empty and renew, I know now that dreams can come true. Some, ashes floating like a kite flying so high, My dreams are still shining bright in the sky.