THE KITE AND THE SKINNY GIRL

Spool line with her master hand.
The kite in the wind flying from land.
Like a colorful bird, visiting the angels.
So high, was there flying, no dangers.
It defied gravity with its ballet.
A design in the air like crochet.
A skinny blonde girl was holding the tip.
Starter, pull and pull, driving in the sky the trip.
The kite kept rising, the girl hair in curl.
It took with it the skinny blonde smiling girl.
Up in heaven, God became a kind of angry.
A kite was welcome, God react quite frankly.
He kept the kite for Christ, as a toy to play.
And sent back to me the skinny girl to stay.