The Windless Kite

There was this one day some time ago that a small and lowly kite decided he wanted to take to the air and fly. Unfortunately, though, he had never done this before. He didn’t know where or how to begin. And his wings were tiny and uneven…he had not what it takes to fly. So he lay there on the sand, immobile and flightless…until a small gust of wind lifted him slightly off the ground. Noting this, he timidly asked the wind to help him out on his quest to fly. The wind, thinking this to be such a simple, even silly request, obliged…and he huffed and blew until the small kite rose higher, and higher…and higher still into the great blue sky. The small kite was elated! He had never known such sights! He could almost see til the ends of the earth! And so he flew and flew, his spirits buoyed by the wind. Lost, however, in his thoughts of wonder and awe, the small and lowly kite didn’t notice that the wind had gotten tired. Tired of floating the small kite around. Tired of riding beneath the kite’s wings. For surely he was meant for much greater things than this! Was it not him, the mighty wind, that billowed the sails of great ships in search of treasures untold? So the wind ceased his airy dance, and slipped quietly from under the small kite’s wings. The kite, now with no crutch from under his arms, fell slowly, languidly, to the ground. As he gently touched the sand whereupon he used to lie, he saw at a distance, his old friend, the wind, now in search of greater adventures, grander quests, and loftier feats. The kite, now once more flightless, whispered a silent thanks, and bid the wind goodbye.