Running through the grass,

Barefoot and free.

Feeling the wind rush past,

She smiles without care.

Trailing behind her,

A kite soars high above.

Catching the breeze,

The colors flash in the sun.

Losing speed,

She comes to a halt.

Breathing heavy,

She watches the kite land gracefully.

Picking it up,

Feeling the fabric between her fingers,

She realizes that this,

This kite is her life.