Go Fly a Kite

This is the season
For flying a kite.
Succumb to the wind
And indulge in delight.

Release enough string
So it rises with ease
And watch how it dances
And dips in the breeze.

With tail all a’flutter,
It tugs at its tether
To frolic with glee
In this blustery weather.

I don’t understand
In the midst of a fight,
Why someone will tell you
To go fly a kite.

It’s meant as an insult,
To vex and annoy,
But kite-flying always
Engenders such joy.

I guess some expressions
Fall far out of style,
For flying a kite
Is a path to a smile.