It flew in the sky for an entire summer,
Tugged at the string, hoping to be free.
Fought against the wind that howled,
Sometimes, even tried to agree.
The sun was warm and promising,
The sky was blue and grand.
There was heaven to look up to,
Below, the golden sand.
Every warm, sun-drenched noon,
It vowed that joy would last.
But billowing white clouds hid
Autumn’s approach, arriving fast.
When the sun broke its promise
And the sky turned forlorn,
The last kite of summer was seen,
Lying broken, all alone.