michael flew a kite today
though, he didn't fly it right away
he tried but it refused to go
the wind was blowing way too slow.
his brother said as he walked by
"you're way too small, that kite won't fly.
"let me see, it's no great riddle,
"the kite's too big and you're too little."
michael thought, "that can't be right.
"i can surely fly this kite.
"it sails up high, when i run around,
"but when i stop, it comes back down."
"it isn't that i'm too small,
"it really isn't that at all,
"it must be something else," he thought.
"something that i haven't got."
so michael looked for other things
that like his kite, flew on wings
michael heard a plane go by
way up, way up in the sky.
but he couldn't see why it could fly
it was simply way too high.
~m
