Take my hand
And I’ll float away
And I’ll be a balloon on a rainy day
Tugging you onward, teaching you to play
And see the wind as a misunderstood game
When you grow tired
And need to rest your feet
We can sit on a bench near an apple tree
See the deepest reds and the brightest greens
Still, I’ll be with you, bobbing patiently
One day you might
Just loosen your grip
Between your sweet fingers, I will slowly slip
I will look down to see your trembling lips
But forever, I’m yours – this I promise
On a rainy day
Near the windowsilll
You will look outward at the wind and the chill
And the cold autumn air will bring me lower still
And there, in your garden, I will start to unfill
All winters must
Be treated with care
I no longer float, but I never despair
I could tell you of the world – how I’ve been here and there
But for all of the rain and the wind and the air
I was always above you, I never went anywhere
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