Crooked Paper Plane

There was once a little boy of an impish disposition
That made a crooked paper plane with love and conviction

He used all his might and threw that crooked paper plane

The plane it did fly, right through the broken window pane

The boy rushed to the window with hope in his eyes

His only wish for that crooked plane to touch the blue sky

Now past the broken glass and free from it's man made prison

The crooked paper plane set about trying to complete its mission

It flew past majestic buildings, it flew past broken trees

Yet it could not find that extra lift, that extra bit of breeze

It flew undeterred, surveying the curious human land

Filled with houses of concrete and castles made of sand

Alas, that crooked paper plane was running out of time

With gravity now keen to meet it and the absence of sunshine

It searched the vast earth for a final resting place

And landed on a nearby pyre with the utmost of grace

That crooked paper plane finally gave up on the boy's hope

The burning fire devoured it and left but ashes and smoke

But finally that smoke emerged and began its ascend high

That crooked paper plane and boy did finally touch the sky