A hundred tiny hands set loose
A hundred large balloons -
And lots of children watch them go
Upon this afternoon.
A hundred colours in the sky
Are carried on the breeze –
Except for two who’re sadly caught
In branches of the trees.
A hundred children scream with joy
To see them floating high
As each and every one becomes
Much smaller in the sky.
They paint the sky with coloured hues
As through the air they float,
And, bobbing up and down, you’d think
Each was a tiny boat.
If you were but a bright balloon
Where do you think you’d go?
Well, the only ones who know the truth
Are the gentle winds that blow.
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