An idea

A smooth,
Untouched,
Piece of paper.
Is transformed
Into something
Extraordinary.
When, it is
Folded.
The paper plane,
Flies to the
Skies.
Carelessly
Happy.
Carelessly
Free.

The wind,
The cruel wind,
Tries to
Break it apart.
Beat it down.
But, it sings merrily,
Goes on its way.
It perseveres.
Hoping to be real.
Hoping to be divine.
It carries on,
In tune with gravity.
And love,
And harmony.