There Is A Time For Everything! Be Prepared..

The wind may be strong now, pulls and pushes a kite up and down, a little child may not be happy: but sad, for what the wind does to her trophy, she cries aloud, showing her torn kite, to her loved ones who are around, the frock of her not spared: flies as wings, the girl is crushed and left as a lone swing, She goes to rest for a while, on the lap of her kind Mum, what a magic it is, the Sun is out, and the kite floats in her deep mind, She wakes up quick and runs out as a stork; her torn kite got healed and kept as a gift, for her to pick up the courage, again to try, Look, the flights of kites display their might.