The Joy of Flight

Up in the sky, a kite soars high and free,

Its paper wings caught by the gentle breeze,

A dance of colors in the sun's bright glee,

As it glides and swoops with such playful ease.

Its string a thread that binds it to the earth,

Yet gives it room to roam and fly with grace,

A tethered freedom that gives it worth,

As it dances in the wind's wild embrace.

Oh, kite, how you inspire us to dream,

To reach for the heights and touch the sky,

To know that though we're tethered, we can gleam,

And soar on winds that carry us up high.

So let us fly our kites and chase our dreams,

And know that life is more than what it seems.