Magnificently above the others, a single kite does fly.
With design, its aim is high.
Swiftly it climbs, rising nobly above the trees.
Soaring, gliding, excelling with ease.
Through rays of sun, beyond the clouds, near Elysian fields.
Now and then looking down, regarding the others with affection.
A towering flight, in an upward direction,
Bound for a place of eternal splendor.
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