The poem describes how a kite looks bright and new in the sky when first flown. It dives and dips through the air, then soars like a ship with only a sail, riding the tides of wind. When the wind falls, the kite takes rest. To get it flying again, the string is wound back until a new breeze blows and fills its wings, lifting it back up into the sky. Over time, a kite becomes ragged looking as it flaps in the top of a tree on its string.