The Kite Adventure

There once was a kite--
A wonderfully bright kite,
That loved to fly high up into the sky,
And through the wispy clouds.
It'd fly by the blazing sun
To just say "Hi."
It'd soar with the birds--
And steer clear of the planes.
When it grew tired
And could go no more
The kite would slowly
Float down.
Once more past the sun,
This time to say "Bye."
It'd cut through the clouds
And down to Earth it would go.
Plop.
A little hand would catch it,
Little arms would hold it tight
And then the adventerous,
Wonderfully bright kite
Would go home.