When the world seems forlorned
And happiness so very far off
Simplicity is the solution
A remedy for such dull malaise
Lies in an invisible skyward
Go fly a kite
Soaring upon a silken string
A child's hope filled heart
Trailed in years accumulation
Time like a tail for stability
Dances in celebration
Dips and weaves in the wind
Should it dive from the sky
To a concussing blow below
To falter is to live
Mending is the stuff of life
The fabric of character
Perhaps patched oft' so
It is stretched shape of forms
Varied in coloured structure
Flashing in the breeze
A soaring avian manmade
Traverses mortality caring
Released from strings