Pink and blue with a touch of purple
And sparkles on the wing
Joy you give and joy you take
As your silent song you sing
You struggle to raise your head
Upwards, ever upwards
Against the winds that so strongly blow
Tossing you downwards, ever downwards.
But still you struggle to rise above
And ditch the chains that bind you
A knowing hand appears in time
And with a heave you flew
Until the winds beneath your wings
Aided by dancing sprites
Lift you higher, ever higher
And you soar to lofty heights.
ABOUT THIS POEM
I wrote this poem in 2016 after seeing a dad and his little daughter flying a kite in a park.