Hot Air Balloon

• Annabel Brincat, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

Drifting high above the clouds
Looking down upon the crowds
Floating higher in the air
Like a bird without a care
A burst of flames sends us higher
Feeling free without desire
Light as a feather I float above
All the ones below I love.

A carefree world appears below
Alas no sign of tears and sorrow
The time has come to return back home
No more time here all alone
Come back to earth down we go
Life is calm, peaceful and slow
I’ll miss my time up in the heavens
Which will always leave a lasting impression.