The Kindest Kite Soaring

Soaring in air softly, a rainbow so bright, The Kindest Kite, a magnificent sight! In a hill meadow, green, on a windy day, Where wildflowers danced and butterflies play.

The Wind, a playful sprite, with a whooshing sound, And the Trees, old and wise, firmly in the ground. The Kite, so gentle, with colors so grand, Was ready to dance at the Wind's command.

He tugged at her string, a whisper so sweet, "Let's fly, dearest Kite, for the children to greet!" The Wind blew her higher, past branches so tall, Making kids watching happy, answering their call.

She dipped and she twirled, a graceful display, The Trees swayed along, as if wanting to play! The children all laughed, with joy in their eyes, As the Kindest Kite soared to the bluest of skies.

Happy flight high above, a magical art, Leaving smiles and sunshine in every young heart. The wind whispered softly, "A beautiful thing, The Kindest Kite soaring, joy she does bring!"