On a summer day when the sun is high
You can see the kites flying in the sky
Bright colors soaring in the summer wind
Released by little hands holding the strings
Kite runners waiting for kites to fall down
To lay claim on fallen kites on the ground
When summer sky turns cerulean in may
Little children fly kites to spend their day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This goes into MyPoemList now. Lovely poem describing a summer day and how it is enjoyed by kite flyers. Thank you very much. Enjoyed reading it.