The day is bright
I think I might
go outside and fly a kite.
The wind at first is weak
I am searching but cannot seek.
A place to fly
Away from here to get by.
The wind gains speed
My kite, flying owns no greed.
Trapped in the abundance, it falls in green flowing grass.
This being my new perfect place to relax.
The wind is again gaining
Strong and fast
I want this day to forever last.
