Oh, To Soar

[Helen Cooper]

I have a little yellow kite
With purple tail and string of white
And when I run across the land
And let it fly out of my hand,
It soars above the treetops high
And kisses clouds up in the sky
And flirts with birds and butterflies
And gets so small I squint my eyes
To watch it swoop and twist and turn.
Oh, how I wish that I could learn
To fly above the treetops too
With butterflies and birds of blue.