• The Kite

    Today, I flew a kite
    A blip of red upon the sky
    It hovers like a a bird
    But neither flaps its wings
    Nor makes a cry

    Its silent presence comforts me
    As it flies above the sea
    The gentle waves push the breeze
    The gulls are singing in the trees

    The way that it so gracefully
    Maintains composure in the air
    Rustling the spiny leaves
    Gives me a sense that all is fair.