Kites Poem by Roann Mendriq

Kites sprinkled lightly on a tree,
all tangled in a bid to fly
upon the wind like confetti,
into a bright blue Indian sky!

Tissue scraps in pastel shades,
kites deck the dusty ancient trees;
each eager for wild escapades,
with the playful summer breeze!

In vain they try to catch a drift
of wind to wing them in the air;
They bravely try to snatch a lift
to flit and fly without a care!

But the banyan tree will not let go,
There's time, there's time for you to soar...