HOT AIR BALLOON By ... Steve Lucky

         HOT AIR BALLOON
        By ... Steve Lucky

As the old man looked into the sky
He noticed a hot air balloon drifting by.
Making use of the slightest breeze,
It rose gently above the trees.
During the many years before,
Tops of trees he would explore
Within a balloon he could control.
Being too old for such a goal,
From the ground he still could see
One hot air balloon that used to be
Something he could call his own
Entering the sky alone.
Lovingly he gave it to another,
Allowing his offspring to discover
Great beauty from the very sight
Of looking down from such a height.

Copyright 2003, Steve Lucky