Watch the kite children, barefooted and free,
Chasing the wind, wild and glee.
On the dry paddy fields, seize the daylight, Darkened skin, flying the kite.

Watch the kite children, joyous, no attachment,
Cheering and sweating, passionate and exuberant.
Knowing not worldly strife,
Untouched by sorrow's knife.

With every gust,...