Shall I fly my kite of cherry red?

In the sand,
with string in hand
and seaside shirt
of blue and white
and cotton pants,
dancing, with the wind
taking the lead.

I’ve seen the dolphins
prance at sea,
they do the dive and jive
with the creamy foam-tipped
turquoise waves,
dancing to their own melody.

I shall fly my cherry red kite.