The Glow
In the hush of dawn's first light, Beneath the stars’ fading glow, Awakens the balloon's fire bright, With a warmth that begins to grow.
The burner blasts a triumphant tune, A beacon in the morning's grace, Kissing the silence of the moon, With flames dancing in embrace.
Mirroring the rising sun’s display, It casts a radiant, golden light, Guiding our journey on its way, Through the tranquil morning's flight.
With each pulse, it paints a scene, On the canvas of the early day, A spectacle of gold and serene, In its brilliant, fiery ballet.
A beacon in the velvet morn, The hot air burner's fiery glow, In the sky, a new day is born, As we ascend and the world lies below. ~Author unknown~
The Ascension
From the earth's hold, at break of day, In the basket of dreams, we lift away. On currents warm and breezes light, Into the morning's soft delight.
We rise in grace, we ascend in peace, From worldly ties, we find release. Over river bends and valleys wide, In the dance of clouds, we gently glide.
The world below seems distant, small, As we answer the sky's quiet call. Within the azure, we take flight, Chasing the sun's radiant light.
The silence wraps us, pure and clear, The heartbeat of the burner we hear. Unfolding beneath us, a grand tableau, As we soar higher, letting go things near.
Ascension is more than a journey above, It's a dance with the skies, a flight of love. Beyond the climb, beyond the sights, It's a spirit's leap into infinite heights. ~ Dave W ~