Upon the azure canvas, kites take flight,
Their vibrant tails painting the sky so bright.
Dancing with the whispers of the gentle breeze,
They soar with grace, above the swaying trees.

Threads of dreams tethered to the earth below,
Guided by hands that lovingly bestow.
Each kite a story, woven with care,
In the vast expanse, they find freedom rare.

In the sun’s warm embrace, they twist and twirl,
A symphony of color in a joyous whirl.
Bound by strings yet free in the air,
A paradox of freedom, beyond compare.

As dusk descends, they begin their slow descent,
Returning to earth, their journey spent.
But in their flight, they leave a trace,
A memory of beauty in the sky’s vast space.