I am the kite
King of the sky
King of the sea
King over hills and valleys
I dive with the grace
Of a murderous dinosaur
I bruise the flesh
And wreck the bones.
How would you see
A giant silk cotton tree
And attempt to climb it?
The eyes will always be afraid
The mind will bolden up to fright
Hands quicken to fight
And the legs will hasten to run
Bold and brave
On my Wings I conquer
Still I am a lizard.
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