Kite

So many things our children love!
They love kites, among others.
Once flving, the kites are like the dove,
Shining beyond words.
Starring in the blue of the sky.
The children unite with their kites,
Into the freedom, up and high.

And when their kites,
Snap lines
From the small hands,
So happy, so very happy they grow,
Though they well know
That the kites are gone
And never back will they come back.

Should we frown at their indifference?
For it is their lives
Flying away with clouds?
But are these children not
Like the kites?

How shiny are the kites we had
But where are they now, does anybody know?
How we doted on them!
But now our hands hold which lines?