On A Thin String Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A tree with leaves helps all us breathe.
And they wont be obsolete,
In our lifetime.
Not in yours or mine.

But there are those who choose conflict,
To destroy what does exist.
In our lifetime.
Yours and mine.

Mighty is a kite that flies high in the sky.
On a thin string to delight imaginations...
And,
Some believe they have the right to turn off lights.
No matter where they are...
They think they made the Earth and stars.

A tree with leaves helps all us breathe.
And they wont be obsolete,
In our lifetime.
Not in yours or mine.

But there are those who choose conflict,
To destroy what does exist.
In our lifetime.
Yours and mine.

Mighty is a kite that flies high in the sky.
On a thin string to delight imaginations...
And,
Some believe they have the right to turn off lights.
No matter where they are...
They think they made the Earth and stars.

Oh and,
Mighty is a kite that flies high in the sky.
On a thin string to delight imaginations...
And,
Some believe they have the right to turn off lights.
No matter where they are...
They think they made the Earth and stars.

And on a thin string,
Imagine if all life broke apart!