When all the breeze is gone,
will you still cover me,
in doing no wrong
Will you see the good that stood
Are we to be remembered,
as we should
That won't matter,
as we will have,
a different scatter
Mother Nature will find me
nestled among shrubbery
Curled up in Willow,
cuddling me,
like a pillow
A carpet of grass,
to lay my head,
when I am flying to fast
and, must rest,
with hopefully the blessed,
but until then,
wrong or right
Is for your thoughts,
and, insight
I will still continue,
to fly my kite

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney