A balloon wanders Waiting for a flame To give it new direction A change from where it came What once drifted aimlessly Unsure of where to fly With heat, rises purposefully Across the morning sky This scene of serenity Admired from below Reminds us the simple things Put on the greatest show


Twisting and turning Together they drift Tossed on the wind The group does not split As a flock They’ll go where they’ll go But with just one flap Dissention does show There’s one who has chosen To separate On spread wings he’ll fly To claim his own fate


It’s the pieces When combined That finish the design In a mosaic collection Gathered over a lifetime It’s the pieces Mended together Where broken edge Meets broken edge That turns imperfection Into a masterpiece instead