My Kite Life is like a Kite, An eternal Flight. We begin Low, Unsure of where to Go. The Wind leads us Home, until we’re hit by a storm. We dry off and continue with the Flow Of constant air . . .    Floating on a    Breeze,  Happy as can be, When suddenly we’re entangled in A tree Then as we’re about to give up, A helping hand pushes us    Out, Encourages us to vanish the    Doubt. We become invincible Again,            Sailing with the Wind . . .