Soaring above with kites surrounding me, enjoying
the different types, boats, planes, eagles, etc.
All of them wearing bright colors so they can be
seen better in the atmosphere.
Soldiering them into position when the wind is
just right, fighting the wind at times.
Keeping them flying higher and higher into the
atmosphere as I soar in my mind with them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem