Kite's Flight: A Dance With the Breeze

A kite ascends to skies so blue,

Its vibrant hues against the view.

It dances on the breath of breeze,

With whispers of the whispering trees.

A tale of freedom, string and air,

It weaves its way without a care.

A soaring bird, a playful sight,

In sunlight's glow, it finds its flight.

With every gust, it climbs so high,

A fleeting dream against the sky.

Yet tethered close by hands below,

It feels the love in every throw.

A journey wild, yet gently led,

By hopes and dreams in hearts spread.

A kite, a canvas, in the air,

A symbol of our spirits there.

It flutters, dips, and swoops with grace,

A dance of joy in open space.

Each tug and pull, a message clear,

A silent song for all to hear.

The string, a lifeline to the ground,

In every hand, a wish is found.

For as it soars, it carries dreams,

Of boundless skies and flowing streams.

A child’s delight, a parent’s smile,

Together for a little while.

The kite, a bridge from earth to sky,

Where hearts can lift and spirits fly.

In quiet moments, it will pause,

As if reflecting on its cause.

Then with a gust, it's off once more,

To heights unseen, adventures galore.

Its journey speaks of courage, hope,

Of finding ways for all to cope.

With every lift and gentle glide,

It shares the joy of life’s sweet ride.

A dance that mirrors life’s own path,

With twists and turns, and moments of wrath.

But always, there’s a pull, a guide,

That leads us through the changing tide.

So when you see a kite on high,

Remember dreams that touch the sky.

For in its flight, we find our way,

Through light and dark, to brighter day.

A kite, a canvas, bold and free,

A symbol of what life can be.

With every soar and gentle sway,

It teaches us to seize the day.