Balloons
Balloons all go somewhere.
Now I just wonder where?
They drift up, up, and away
I just wish they could stay
They always seem to be light
They float up being merry and bright
But where do they go?
Some say to the four corners of the world
They go even in the snow
Although, I think that all balloons go to heaven
No matter where they go
We will always know
That balloons are made for heaven
- Heathlove
