Dreams of a Kite

A kite sat on tree-trunk thinking ‘Only if that one can fall asleep The offspring can be delicious And my life will be full of stories Let no ray of light descend I pray the stars forget to rise All will be well here with me As I swoop without missing They will amuse themselves with feathers As I enjoy the fair meat during my meals The world will pay attention to me As no joke will be my name in the hills Every swoop gives me greatness Every swoop earns them rolling tears With loud cries from the bushes of life My name shall be feared from hill to hill