With vibrant colors, it takes flight,
Against the backdrop of the azure light.
A string held tight within my hand,
Guiding dreams to a distant land.

Dancing freely in the gentle breeze,
Above the rooftops and the trees.
It whispers secrets to the clouds,
In the sky where joy abounds.

Up and up it climbs so high,
Embracing freedom in the sky.
A symbol of hope, pure and bright,
Filling hearts with sheer delight.

But as the sun begins to set,
The kite descends with no regret.
For it has touched the heavens wide,
And left a mark in the evening tide.