Found a kite
by Marc Low
If you should ever find a kite
And fly it in the air,
You’ll find it flying beautifully,
Flitting, soaring there;
The people staring will be awed
And think that it’s your kite;
Poets and lovers will all laugh
And smile at your kite’s sight.
And when it rains the kite will fall
And flounder to the ground,
And with a sigh you’ll leave at last
With that kite that you found.