“Little red balloon”

Little red balloon
           Flowing through the air
With not a care
           In the world,
Moving only where-ever the
           Wind blows it
No restrictions by society,
           It moves gracefully
No one telling it what it may do
           Flying like a bird
But only seen, not heard.
           It lives
By the wind
           Up in the sky,
Falling towards the ground
           When it starts to die.
But while it lives
           No one catches it.
When gone from the balloon is life
           Then it lands on the grass,
And lays there, a lifeless mass,
           Living no more.
-5.13.03:7.26.04: Little red balloon