Ocean breezes uplifted by
salty sandy dunes,
creeping vines hold it all together,
little girl foot prints and crab holes indent.

Her balloons whip wildly in the onshore flow,
tiny fingers white knuckle grip the string,
multi-tailed kites fly nearby, her grip begins to slip,
the string burns as it is ripped from hand.

Balloons fall, as do tears to the ground,
rolling to the bottom of the dune,
all but one abruptly pop,
it begins to float up into blue skies.

Crying and bawling heard, change
into giggles, as one dream gains height,
it surpasses the kites and the clouds,
a single red balloon disappears from sight.