A kite ascends with colors bright,
In the azure sky, it takes its flight,
Tethered by string, it dances high,
Embracing winds, it learns to fly.

With every gust, it soars anew,
A symbol of dreams coming true,
It weaves through clouds, so bold and free,
A vision of what life can be.

The string, a bond both firm and kind,
Guides it through the skies, aligned,
Yet grants the freedom to explore,
The heights and wonders to adore.

Oh, kite, your flight a lesson grand,
In life’s vast sky, take your stand,
With courage, rise above the rest,
In freedom’s dance, find your best.