I Fly my Kite
Whistles are melodies flying in the wind, tethered to the heart,
Constantly dynamic depending on conditions both within and without.
The spirit decides to let colors go flapping
While the chain of command is sitting and watching
The relatives of rainbows reunite,
Inspired to cycle up their own emotional mountains.
When the outside gets a chance to play with the inside
We float in the bath of decompressed bliss