Plant on hill

Dawn broke 

Upon the hill

It was foggy

Diffused light

Nothing seen

Beyond a foot

Even the grass

Down so hazy

Plant on the hill

Thought it was

A good time to

Look back life

Some bird carried

Recklessly a seed

Up the barren hill

Ground was moist

The sapling grew

Between the rocks

A few grass blades

Only for company

Ground was hard

But on hill there's

No goat or sheep

To eat it off early

View from top

On sunny days

Was spectacular

Time spent well

It grew up a tree

Youthful strong

But meditative

In its aloneness

But one day the

Naughty breeze

Carried up a kite

Torn from string

From the plains

Kite flew high

But now was

Lost confused

It landed upon

Tree's branches

Taking breather

From long flight

Tree overwhelmed

With a pretty guest

Held the kite gently

Shaded it from sun

The kite was made

With colored paper

Bit string and twigs

Fragile needed care

But its human owners

Tied it to sharp string

And threw it to wind

For their amusement

It flew but painfully

Tugged from leaving

Attached to deft hand

Like puppet on string

Then wild wind 

Broke the string

It flew far away

But sky desolate

The clouds abound

Beautiful, but only

A dream which did

Turn vapor touched

Days of drifting 

The kite landed

Upon the plant

Sitting upon hill

The lonely tree

Soon protective

Of kite trapped

In its branches

But kites are meant

To fly and travel far

Another wind gust

Kite plunged to sky

Tree shook leaves

With last goodbye

Accepted its life

Of contemplation

Now morning sky

Cleared with sun

The view from hill

Stretched like time

Far ahead plant

Now an old tree

Gazed from hill

But kite unseen