Orbit- uary

When I was eight..
a kite I made,
I made it bright,
strong and tight,
It was a beautiful kite..
and it was mine.
I flew it ..
on Rabbit Hill,
I flew it when
the wind was right,
it soared to the clouds..
it danced in the light..
Pulling and tugging..
with all it's might
I thought I would fly,
I thought I would die,
I saw myself launching
up to the sky,
it pulled and tugged..
in little short burst,
it pulled and tugged,
as the gale grew worse..
Let me go..let me go..
You cant keep me on Earth..
I belong in the Heavens..
for all I'm worth..
Let me go..
And I did set it free..
I am partly that kite..
till time comes for me..