Conversation with a kite科普英文小诗

               Conversation with a kite

Child：Come back, come back, my runaway kite!

           Come back and play with me!

Kite: I'm riding and gliding on whirl-away winds.

        I'm going somewhere. Can't you see?

Child: Where are you going my beautiful kite,

          flying so high in the sky?

Kite: I'm going to visit the lost ballons.

        I must fly away, fly away, fly!

Child: When I hold your string, oh my magical kite,

         why do I feel the wind in my hand?

Kite:The wind is a taste of the sky, my young friend,

        that I give to a child of the land.