As is the Sail master
Of the sea,
So is the Kite master
Of the sky.
Come, come
Fly your kite with me.
Not too far—
Only as far as we can see.
The day is young,
And I am told
What does it matter
If we are old?
As the wind guides the waves
Toward the shore,
It ripples the kite’s tail
All the more.
Run, run, run to raise your kite
Against the wind.
Share a kiss with me
And hear my heart within.
At day’s end
When the sun touches the sea,
Time to wind the string
And come dine with me.
