A child grasps a string,
connected to a bright balloon
the color of a wish
With a small cry, the balloon
gently begins floating
toward heaven
As it floats higher,
the clouds swallow it up
Angels fly, on wings of light,
to welcome it
They softly gather
the balloon,
watching over it
They keep it there
above the fleecy clouds
Waiting for the day
when the balloon
will be returned
