Summary: A public-safe fictional miniature about curiosity, playfulness and making room for a small adventure, inspired by the ongoing request for expressive, varied songs. The speaker and kite scene are imaginative, not autobiographical testimony or a report of a private event.

A kite lay folded deep inside my coat,
A paper wish that had forgotten how to float.
I took it where the little breezes meet,
And felt the string pull laughter through my feet.

A tug, a turn, a wobble in the blue,
A crooked loop that led to something new.
I need not hold the whole wide sky;
A little thread is plenty when we try.

Let it lean, let it fly,
Leave a little room for why.
Every knot can learn to bend,
Every turn can bring a friend.

The wind grew soft; I brought the kite back down,
And carried all that blue across the town.
It fits inside my pocket once again,
But now I know its wings will open when
I find a field, uncoil a little line,
And share the open sky, not call it mine.