My lightweight champion

Picture Credit : poetryroundabout.com 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 …