I,

I, like a tree
         always growing,
         reaching for the sky
         expanding my roots
         through learning.

I, like a bird
         whose wings have been clipped,
         yearning to fly high into the sky
         spreading my wings, frantically flapping
         and getting no where.

I, like a door
         holding endless possibilities within
         waiting to be opened,
         waiting for a hand to push and pull me
         revealing a mass of hidden treasure.

I, like a kite
         flapping in the breeze
         leaping forward, trying to break free,
         wanting to know, how high I can fly
         tied down to the earth with a string.

I, like a question
         wondering what it would be like,
         to leap to the sky and fly high,
         to soar in the breeze
         to be free.