That red balloon
Floating on a warm Spring breeze
Is so carefree.
Where will it settle?
Perhaps in a tree.
I wish that it were me up there
Sailing in that azure sky,
Free and without a care
Or a place where somebody expects me to be .
I envy
That red balloon.
Poem from here.
Floating on a warm Spring breeze
Is so carefree.
Where will it settle?
Perhaps in a tree.
I wish that it were me up there
Sailing in that azure sky,
Free and without a care
Or a place where somebody expects me to be .
I envy
That red balloon.
Poem from here.