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Up Above

1991

Soaring high in the sky,
Bright, with color, shining bold,
Fluttering like a three-winged bird,
As it flies,
It seems to touch the clouds,
So fluffy and light,
As it sweeps the skies of blue,
Live with color, oh so clear!
Sun shining brightly,
Flooding the fluorescent skies,
Filled with air it glides,
As it reaches out to touch the skies,
Night approaches, the yellow dies,
Turns to orange, then at dark,
Like a spaceship cruising by
The stars,
Twinkling so bright,
Through the night,
What a beautiful day,
To fly,
A kite!