Beautiful and Free

I am a prisoner of the small boy below me
His little hand grips tightly on my string as I struggle to escape
My body bright shades of red and orange
The sun’s rays warm me, yet I am not at ease
If only the boy would let me go
Release me into the light blue air of this perfect summer day
Let me dance and sway in the cool, crisp wind
Careless and happy
Let my colorful ribbons shake and tremble
Please, I want to soar above the puffy clouds
Higher than the swooping birds
Let me somersault and leap
My body cutting through the air
“Look at her!” the others would say,
“Look how she flies!”
If only that could be me
A kite beautiful and free