As a child we often dream of flying
In the air so welcome and free
Just like a bird we will become
Floating like a cloud above the trees
And that is what the folks must experience
As they are up in a hot air balloon
I can just imagine the peacefulness
As carefree as the smiling moon
Colorful and joyful balloons look up there
Their passengers in a box below
Oh, I think they are a different breed
It’s a place I would so love to go
Have you ever been in a hot air balloon?
I know there are many amazing stories
I hope someday I too can be amongst
Those that feel that hot air balloon glory!
some wishful fantasies. interesting read.very expressive too. voted10 surya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem!