High above the world it flies,
Dancing with the gentle breeze,
A splash of color in the skies,
Soaring with such graceful ease.

Tethered by a single string,
Yet free to wander far and wide,
It twirls and dips with everything,
Embracing the vast, endless tide.

With each gust, it climbs so high,
A symbol of dreams unbound,
Against the canvas of the sky,
In its silent flight, profound.

As daylight fades into the night,
The kite begins its slow descent,
Returning from its lofty height,
A journey well-spent, so content.