My lightweight champion

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Heaven looks bright,
My kite takes flight.
Aims for the skies,
With zealous eyes.
Looks a little frail,
Despite its long tail.
Higher the kite goes,
As far as I chose.
In its flight a stud,
Goes where I said.
Wind tries to whack,
But I have its back.
Dances in the air,
With such a flair.
Envious of the birds,
Mumbles angry words.
Makes a fluttering noise,
Though it got no voice.
Wants to chase the crow,
So wants me to let it go.
Tries to beat the plane,
How I wish it were sane.
Fearless like the Superman,
Kissing clouds its big plan.
Flying without a companion,
Is my lightweight champion.