I thought my kite would never fly.
It flapped and wriggled
and fought the breeze.
But now at last it pulls away.
Fly up, right up to the high sky.
Up, up, fly high and higher.
Up, up until you touch the clouds.
My Kite Flies High, from Playtime in Africa by Efua Sutherland and Willis Bell, reproduced by kind permission of the Estate of Efua T. Sutherland, All Rights Reserved.