up in the air 
see the kites fly
like  coloured  birds 
in the wind dipped sky
I wish i were small  
and  light  as air 
I would climb on a kite 
and  sail  up there 
Then i'd drift upon 
the paper wings 
and here  the song 
that the wild wind sings
what fun it would  be 
to look right down  
over the park 
and the rooftop of town
the people  below would  stand and state 
and wish they were me 
high high in the air

















 









































 
