In skies of blue, they soar so high, Kites dancing with the winds’ sweet sigh. Their vibrant hues, a joyful sight, They symbolize hope’s eternal light.

With strings held tight, they find their way, Guided by dreams that never sway. They teach us lessons, bold and true, To trust in hope, in all we do.

When storms may come, and winds may gust, Kites stay steadfast, they never rust. They rise above, against the odds, A symbol of hope that defies all nods.

So let us be like kites in flight, Embracing hope with all our might. Through trials and fears, we’ll still believe, That hope will triumph and never leave.

In kites, we find a beacon bright, A symbol of hope, forever in flight.