Kites has vibrant and murky faces,
Just like our races.
Kites doesn't have any fame,
Until they are shaped like a frame.
Similar with our names,
Unless you play well in your game.
Whether it is a kid or old men,
Kites always makes a bond like in methane.
Not easy to discern,
But there's a thing to learn.
To stay same,
And never defame.
Kites are so loyal to master,
Even if the person is not their first caster.
On parallel we have many ushers,
Who guides us when the clouds covers.
Though the string is in our hands,
She always follows the zephyrs plans.
Not profound but still so profound,
As not everyone can deem the deep ground.
It's a head to toe turn,
When it comes to us.
In this world of speed,
Our lives has become frenzied.
Leaving no time to breath,
Saying goodbye to bliss.
Then there's this Kite,
Flying and floating,
Stabbing into the sky line,
Gazing down at the town,
Which all feels like you own the crown.
She's an adapter,
All set for the next chapter.
She just wants to feel the most high,
One could go and give high five.
She never thinks,
She always yells,
Yes! this is the vertex.
Let's take a jiff,
And give ourselves a tip.
Just leave this knife,
And befriend our inner light.
Let's keep all traumata away,
And invite peace to come on way.
Spread your wings,
And let them glide,
AS FREE AS A KITE.