Kites

Soaring, flying up in the sky.
I am your own pair of wings to try.
I dance in the warm sunshine,
Yet the freedom is never mine.
Break free, rush, flee,
No letting go, there is no key.
Floats and dives,
Then rises high.
High above tree top
Is where I normally get caught.
Acres and acres above the trees,
A tail long and strong,
With colours bright but calm.
Loop the loop goes,
As I fly with the crow’s.
Watch me in disbelief,
For I am your dancing leaf.
I am yours for all eternity.
But please one more time I ask, let me be free.