There’s a girl who so long, lived stagnant at ten
now time’s gnawing presence is fatal again
A kite tied to her wrist kept her grounded on earth
A kite of four colors by her side since birth

One color was green like a thumb is to plants
One color was red like a firefighter’s pants
One color was blue like she felt at it’s end
The last one was orange, a sunset, a friend.

But the colors turned grey as the years traveled by
And the girl did grow weary; each lost color, she’d cry
Until that last color grew grey and faded as well
After thirty one years her kite finally fell.

Now aging has started and she’s burdened to know
Without her kite, ten is over and it’s time now to grow.
She’ll look back in laughter and not through her tears
’cause she was lucky to have this kite for thirty one years.