Kite poem

The kite that flies so ever high

Envy I might because I will never fly

Strings hold it to the ground

But they are not always sound

Snap they may, on their way

Then goodbye kite you will not stay

Sitting here in the sun, I wonder would it be fun?

No control whatsoever?

Would it be such an endeavor, to fly away forever?

In the sky, up so high

The only thing for miles

The kite so blue

It waits for you

What you are going to do?