Drifting in the air,
Where do they go? I know not where.
Soaring way up high,
Flying beautifully near the fluffy white clouds in the royal blue sky!

Floating lazily above the earth,
This is no mirth!
This is imagination,
And my own creation!

Way above the trees,
Flying in the cool breeze!
Till you land in the creek at the end of day,
Deflated there you lay!

Yet there are other balloons floating in the sky,
You were my favorite of all balloons soaring high!
We can blow you up again,
And watch you float up high and win!

*~Marian~