It is a beautiful, sunny day,
To the strong winds, as the trees sway.
We arrive at this large, open ground,
To go in the air balloons - big and round.
Me and my pals rush towards the balloon
Excited - to start flying high - very soon
Soon the hot, mighty flames gush,
So does our adrenaline rush.
Our 'vehicle' takes off the earth's surface,
Like a ballerina jumping with grace.
We soar towards the vast , quiet skies,
All that we hear is our excited , ecstatic cries.
Flying above the forest , flying above the hills,
Guided by the balloon rider's amazing skills.
We fly left and right , we fly up and down,
Watching some birds staring at us with a frown.
Soon time walks away in long strides,
To end one of our memorable and best rides.
We reach back to the grounds - gratified,
Bird-like-flying wishes satisfied.
As icing on cake, we eat ice cream,
Thats when I wake up from this sensational dream.
Prompted by Short Story Slam
Photo by: Melissa R. Bickel
