Winter is fading away,
no more mufflers during the day.
Now it's my time and I just try
to spread my wings and fill the sky.
The turns I take are super drastic
yet most rides turn out to be fantastic.
Get ready and just climb on the string,
welcome to Flyland, where I am the king.
Sometimes I clash with myself just for fun,
then few people see me and start to run.
They race towards the spot where I am falling,
I glide into the hands which are calling.
Though this is not always the case,
every card drawn is not an ace.
I do fall on the ground and even suffer a crash,
also go in a dustbin as worthless trash.
This leads to me waiting for a while
as I get recycled from a pile.
After going through all of the pain,
you can see me in shops, looking brand new again.
I maybe made up of plastic or paper
but I rise up like water vapour.
My number in the beautiful sky grows
as fast as the wonderful wind blows.
I am friends with the breeze too and we flow,
thanks to the Sun, I even glow.
If anyone asks who has turned on that light,
tell them it's you and that thing is called kite.