A nightmare...

The graceful kite

Flitting against the sky

Soaring high and high

Across the horizon

Where the clouds float

She makes her little home

And lives beyond the world....

Trancing and dancing

She begins to bouncing

A mighty,little being,

Adorable in it's ways,

And comes downward beautifully

Touching the yellow-fields

She flies again....

And then it rains,

A fragile kite,

Soaked with drops,

Her hooks are lost.

A shabby kite,

Coming down and down,

From the grand sky.

A rotten kite,

In the middle of the horizon,

A dead kite...

A silent kite...

Lying on the earth....