All my balloon Rise so high For finding their cloud In this vast sky. I admire the scene With contented eyes Seeing my balloons Floating in sky
Maybe, Ages later When they reached there They say it with sigh That it was me Who filled air inside And brought them here Releasing thread of their To let them fly.
For now, With a smile I say Goodbye For I have more balloons Waiting to fly.
In this poem, I refers to all the teachers who share their knowledge (air) with students (balloons) and let them fly in the Sky (world) to find their cloud (Dream)