In the gentle caress of the morning breeze,
A kite dances with boundless ease,
Its vibrant tail painting arcs in the air,
A symbol of freedom, beyond compare.

High above, it soars in the azure dome,
A wanderer that calls the sky its home.
Tethered to dreams, it flutters and flies,
A testament to hope in endless skies.

The string, a lifeline to the earth below,
Yet granting the spirit the chance to grow.
It whispers secrets to the wandering clouds,
Amongst the whispers of the bustling crowds.

As twilight descends, the kite descends too,
A gentle reminder of the day’s adieu.
But even when the night claims the sky,
Its spirit remains, forever to fly.