Poem about kites

They fly above the skies,

Reaching the impossible heights,

Been flown thousands time,

Different colors and shapes,

Some small or huge,

Those reach the impossible limits,

Filling the sky full of colors and events,

Flown by many,

In different events and dates,

Ideal in the windy days of the month,

We all come together in this fun,

Reaching the unlimited joy,

With tainted eyes following the sky,

The ride of the skies is this perfect kite.