A Flying Kite

A Kite has always amused me. Its amazing how a piece of paper flies up above controlled by just a slender thread. Up in the winds, through the clouds and amongst the birds; it sails over the blue skies so undisturbed. Wish we could fly like a kite in the peaceful atmosphere far above from the sorrows of the Earth.

Tossed up in the sky

they fly high;

They swoop, they swirl

round and around they go

Sometimes high, Sometimes low;

With the arms outstretched & sails set

far above terraces & trees

they soar high.