Untethered.

   

Above the stream, I hovered and clawed a ripple.

Gliding along the rime fields in dawn, 

I greeted an old peasant and stippled.

But the time comes, when the sun sets and 

I fell from a heaven on to the brittle green grass.

hapless and shuddered, I could no longer flap.

Wind hustled and leaves rustled as others sang.

But I fell from a heaven and I was trapped.