Beneath the vast and endless blue,
A dance of color begins to ensue.
Kites soar high with tales untold,
In their flight, dreams unfold.

Strings tethered yet hearts set free,
They chase the clouds, wild and free.
Each a story, a vibrant hue,
Painting skies with a joyful view.

The wind sings a gentle lullaby,
As kites weave patterns in the sky.
A symphony of hope and grace,
In every twist, a warm embrace.

As the sun dips low, they descend,
Bringing their journey to an end.
Yet the memories linger in the air,
Of kites that danced without a care.