the strong wind

I see small children
in the air
flying.
the wind is strong today.
they seem
happy
as they float aimlessly
against the blue.
their books and bags
are let go.
the smiles
on their faces are
filled with joy.
their parents are desperate
to save them,
to bring them down.
to keep them
in hand, close by.
it's a trend that will
never end.