Little paper specks that seem so steady
depend confidently on a strong hand
trust willingly that their string will not break
follow the breeze as it blows
trails ribbons and children
inspires songs and Mary Poppins remembrances
But they are really so fragile
An outreached twig
can destroy them without malice
or any seemingly singular intention
stabbed and stopped by a
simple leafy stick
Is it chaos or 
obedient observation of the rules
Am I Lucy
Or Charlie Brown