My Magical Kite

I'd love to build a magical kite Then find myself a steep hill, Strap myself in, wait for a gust, Oh just imagine the thrill. Off I would soar, into the blue, To mingle high with the clouds, Free as a bird, no worries or cares, Away from mind numbing crowds. I'd fly high, over the briney And glide like a lone albatross, I'd steer towards the horizon, Then over the ocean I'd cross. In joyful abandon, up there in the sky Soaring in rapturous mood, But that I could, just for a day, Be lost, in such blessed solitude.