I’ve got a kite
whose tail’s quite white.
It’s strong and light
in colours bright.

With wind just right
my kite gains height.
The string’s pulled tight.
My kite’s in flight!

But my delight
soon turns to plight
when wind-gusts bite
with forceful spite
and push my kite
with such great might
the string can’t fight
and snaps in fright.

My falling kite’s
no more in flight
and lost to sight
as day turns night.

Image by Pixabay