Thursday 22 August 2013

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.