Flying high in the sky,
A kite says, “Hey! Hi!
Can you climb this high,
Oh, little butterfly?”
“I’m bigger and quicker,
Colourful and nice,
But you are far weaker,
And smaller in size.”
“If you could get up here
By chance, at once,
We’d both fly together,
We’d share a dance.”
The butterfly says the kite:
“Who are you, friend?
You may be flying a bit,
But it’s sure to end.”
“You’re on a shorter trip;
Fly the way you wish.
If one loses the string’s grip,
It’ll be your finish.”
“Listen to me, dear kite,
Simply, oh my friend:
You must descend by night
Thus, you’re to bend.”
“You’re just a plaything,
Dependent on thread,
But I’m a natural being,
Free and God-made.”
“Never be too arrogant;
Don’t mock anyone.
Learn to be self-reliant,
Then, come for fun.”
