The Kite


I found a kite
one summer's day,
and attached a string
so I could play.

I tied it carefully
with my special knot,
and launched the kite
with a running trot.

The gentle wind
was not so strong,
As I let the string
run out so long.

I cant recall
when it got so high,
Time drifted along
but raced quickly by.

I now could not see
the kite's long tail,
made with care
from my own work's fail.

The beautiful colors
that made it my own,
the unique patterns
my heart had known.

I hurriedly seemed
to let the string part,
but then realized suddenly
with a sullen heart.

I held a string
attached to just air,
no connection to
my kite so fair.

I realized then
how fragile and free,
the floating kite
had come to be.

I waved goodbye
and in my heart,
knew it had gone
to a brand new start.