Sheets of paper, bits of string,
A vision for the outcome,
Patience can be endured.
The balanceótest and try it out,
Colors to catch the eye,
String adequate for lofty aims,
Watch for a windy sky.
If clouds just race a little,
The kite will quickly lift.
Hope to maintain elevation
If the wind should shift.
We run, kite held to catch the wind;
Itís caught, shifts up, goes high.
The string goes taut within my hand;
For a moment, I can fly.
©2010 Carol Morfitt