Flying Carpets

Wandering like butterflies, we seldom meet,

Once in a year we get to greet.

Paper or cloth, we are made of stuff you call sheets,

Soaring high up in the sky, we feel your heartbeats.

Colours of joy, colours of fun,

We splash them in the sky for everyone.

Call us kites or carpets unfurled,

We are butterflies playing with your world!