I launch the kite at the first real burst of wind.
Colourful and dancing it decorates the sky.
Up and up to the realm of angels.
I seemingly with it. Flying.
By the slightest cord pull of my fingers.
But then the wind does something unexpected.
I learn again Who is boss.
I learn again who is boss. good poem. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Doug, was quiet whimsical and reminds us nature is always in control, I invite u to read one of mine