Up in the air
Flies my kite
Hair like thread
Shiny and bright

More kites fly
Together with mine
All so colourful
The weather so fine

Pulling the thread
Then releasing it
Crossing my way
As more people hit

Colour filled sky
Like the stars of glory
Some small, some big
Some become sorry

Kite fight now on
Flying on heights
Cut off few threads
Now my kite fights

Up and under
Side and around
With the wind
Tops the surround

My daredevil kite
Killed almost nine
Making me the winner
With the face of a lion...

©sim