All he wished for was a place,
Among the ballons across the way,
But he never got his place in the sky,
Among the others that floated by,
But in the end he was alright, he said to himself with a giddy smirk, "How pleasant does the wind rattle through my bones. I ought to get my umbrella though the rain is about to pour..."
Created: Apr 27, 2012stardustcollector Image Media