A scissor, a paper, a stick and glue

It comes from trash heap,

Mould into an art piece.

Passes from hand to hand

Never loosing hope

 holding its only WISH.

Sails the greatest voyage,

only support as HOPE.

Lifts its tail directing the path

Cuts, dives, leaps and falls.

Head up and always eyes upon

                                          HORIZON.

Looks behind and gets a glimpse.

Desserts winds for an unknown journey.

When it looks past

Dread comes much fast.

String seems the same

But

A new master trying hard

To make to fly it in his way

It frets, dives with aggression

To get cut loose,

Grip tightens around it.

Tears spill in vain.

Sky roars, thunder strikes

It adrift in dream

Afloat in warm air

Stroking its tired lips

Smile arouses

AS

Sun rises from heart of earth.

New dream & new path.

Hands itself to new master

BUT

With one destiny

To reach PEACE.