Kites

Kissing the sun in a clear blue sky

Was an experience unmatched, I thought

Riding the wings of a flying bird

And the euphoric sense it brought

High and mighty, I covered miles

Bathing in the scoffing rains

Jittery wind hummed victory songs

As I crisscrossed the celestial lanes

The world below seemed so measly

As I ruffled my feathers of pride

Flying high on the wave of success

Forgot to take the string in stride

A forceful surge is all it took

For the string to tremble and break

Nosediving to kiss the earthen lips

I resembled a shambling wreck

High of highs and thrill of peak

At best last some days and nights

But to sail in air and avoid a fall

We need to learn from Kites