In the realm where dreams take flight,
A solitary kite dances with the breeze,
Its tail a whisper of ancient rites,
Carving tales in boundless seas.

Beneath the azure, it soars high,
A silhouette against the sun’s embrace,
Singing songs to the open sky,
Unfettered in its wild grace.

Tethered by a thread so fine,
It twists and turns in joyous flight,
A messenger of hope’s design,
Painting freedom with its light.

As twilight falls, it dips and sways,
A final bow to the horizon’s glow,
Promising to return one day,
To dance once more in the wind’s flow.