My kite was snatched up from my hands
By the scudding autumn breeze;
It tossed it up high into the sky
And ruffled the heads of the trees.
Suddenly it tugged at the string I held,
I felt like an angler at sea
Wondering what I’d snared from the unknown
Pondering over what it could be.
Trembling, spent, my kite swooped down,
And I realized what a prize I’d caught-
A new idea, a fresh outlook: a full blown ripened thought!
This was what had eluded my mind In my stuffy room:
I think I need to step back, relax, to let my ideas bloom!