Kite floats in the air.
Wind comes by and falls in love with her. So he says: "Come with me. I'll lift you high above the clouds. I'll carry you soaring across the mountains. I'll take you to the top of the rainbow."
Kite sighs: "I dream of flying above the clouds, overlooking the mountains and gliding on the rainbow. But I can't. I have a string."
"Let me blow hard to break the string." Wind says, "I can free you up."
"No, please don't." Kite begs, "I can't float without the string. You would break me into pieces and I would never be able to fly again."
Wind is silenced. His heart is broken. He roars across the fields, grass
bowing down. He rages through the valleys, trees shaking heads. He turns his tears into downpour, waves surging high.
But in the end, he calms down. He turns around, with smile, and gently
breezes across her wings. "I know," he says, "Everyone has his own way to fly. I'm not to break your string, but I'll keep you floating high; I'll blow away clouds to keep sunshine on your face, forever."