The Balloon

Looked out my window and saw a balloon, got me thinking..

 

A little girl with buckled shoes was strolling down a road

It twisted though the countryside under a sun that glowed

A white balloon she had with her it bobbed on glinting wire

Yet all the balloon wanted was the freedom to go higher.

 

A gust of wind so powerful knocked the girl into the grass

The wire she was holding through her fingers came to pass

She reached and ran to catch it up but it was far too high

She watched with forming teardrops as it greeted endless sky

 

It tumbled ever upwards and the floor it dropped below

The balloon saw far behind it the small girl watching it go

                                     From high the winding country lane looked like a piece of string

Much like that which kept the balloon someone else’s thing

 

Through clouds so thick and moist the balloon rose up ever on

The little girl was leaving as from her sight it had gone

And at last the balloon floated on a freedom that was new

And it floated there forever on a wind that always blew.