It’s not fair my mother won’t let me be free as my brothers fly with their brilliant colors. If only I had that chance to see the world and fly like a bird. Wait… I can’t believe it I’m gliding in the air. Wow what a beautiful world! I feel like dancing around and around and…. it stops I fall slowly to the ground as I see my brothers colors fade away. Then there is no light we are trapped, squished together with death at our door. How I wish I had stayed a bit longer but at least I had my chance to fly.
WHO AM I?