Up in the deep blue sky,
floating around with the wind,
they dance, they fight, they fly.
A palette of colours,
in a variety of themes,
little boys and grown men,
lost in their dreams.
Some lose,
some claim their prize,
some just laze around,
while some truly mesmerize.
I have been there before,
but now I have grown,
and that part of me still cries out,
-it is something I can't live without.
And so I walked back home,
My feet hurt, and my heart is sore,
I have come back home, only to find,
that nobody flies kites anymore...
