Will it ever happen?

I flew a kite today,
It floated far far away,
As it rises into the bright blue sky,
I sent a silent prayer asking why.

Why o' why it never seemed to stop,
instead it kept flying to the very top.
I held on to it's tiny string,
as my feet brushed the flowers of spring.

No matter how far you seem to go,
Please o' please don't let yourself go.
My one little hope and a dream
I silently sent it out to the flowing streams.