Up above, where dreams take flight,
A kite dances with the wind’s delight.
Its string, a tether to the earth below,
Yet soaring high, where freedom flows.

Colors bright against the sky,
A canvas where aspirations fly.
Each twist and turn, a story told,
Of courage, hope, and spirits bold.

The wind whispers secrets, old and new,
As the kite glides through the blue.
Boundless joy in every sweep,
Memories in the heart to keep.

And when the day begins to wane,
The kite descends, but dreams remain.
For in the sky, where it once soared,
It left its mark, forever adored.