Red Kite

Fly red kite from days of darkness
Dance from death to life and light
Dream and drift on thermals skywards,
Sun kissed firebird, stirring sight.

Ride astride the wild wind wheeling
Where the sun spins fire and ice,
Feel the rising rush of freedom
Seize the fulcrum freely, fly.
This poem is written in the style of Irish bardic séadna (Turco).
It celebrates the reintroduction of the red kite.

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