think of your mind as string on a balloon

wrapped tight around your arm

lift to the sky alongside the breeze

now drift through afternoon;

below you are mountains

and forests and parks

balloons to ninth cloud

sharing sky and path;

but some don’t see Nature

instead, circling sharks

for them they are not floating

they’re creeping towards Dark;

so if you think there’s someone

whose string could slip from view

remind them of the reasons

that make Them;

Your String’s Balloon.