In the vast blue, kites soar high,
Whispers of the wind, a gentle sigh,
Colors splash across the open sky,
Dreams on strings, they fly and fly.

Bound by threads, yet free they seem,
Carried by the wind’s gentle stream,
Their dance, a vivid, vibrant dream,
In the sunlight’s golden beam.

Children’s laughter echoes below,
As kites above dip and flow,
A symphony of joy, a timeless show,
In the breeze, their freedom grows.

As dusk descends, the kites descend,
Their journey’s pause, but not the end,
In the heart, their spirit blends,
Till the morrow, when they ascend.