#128 One Lonely Kite...

One lonely kite

kept flying away,

early morning dreams

to find its prey..

It rose and fell

swirling in the air,

tied with a thin string

of white and black pair..

Looked all around

someone to get

entangled in,

colourful, made out

of paper

just early in the spin..

The slow breeze shouted

at the tale of the kite,

it is just summer

wait for the autumn to strike..

The tale heard

the hot fuming air,

with a sad low voice

the message was shared..

Soon the flight was cut short

as the strings were pulled down,

for now, the tale and the kite

were all back on the ground..