Mighty in the blue sky
Kite enjoys the wind on its face
Set free by the long thread
It rides high in its aerial sojourn
Trying to peep into the cloud bed
See what is it's make
Happy and buoyant
It suddenly struts
It's tugged down
It struggles strong
The wind grows cool
The sky turns grey
Cloud bed leeks
Letting on its spray
Paper kite in danger now
Gets wet and soggy
And downwards bound
Steadily it's dragged
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