Queen Of The Air

She soars up high within the clouds in the sky,
Acrobatic moves; dips and turns, she flies
None can match her splendour as she flows
Coloured brightly with the hide of a rainbow
As the wind beneath her wings lifts her higher

Queen of the air she is an expert flier
Never looking down, but always flying higher
But when she feels that ominous pull
Dragging her down like a matador’s bull
Fated to be caught despite her own care

Once the queen of the air, lovely and fair
But her owner’s call leads to her timely fall
The string draws her into Earth’s open arms
Next time the wind blows maybe the string
Might snap to bring her freedom.

That’s the life of a kite.

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