Leaves flying about, high in the air
My balloons, try to take me, please don’t pop!
I could wind up anywhere!
Streaks from the sky, a sunbeam escapes
It’s so annoying, the constant glare
I keep moving, back and forth I traipse
But the sun doesn’t really care
I guess I’ll have to hold on tight
Let the winds take me where they will
Drink in the sun until it is night
Then I’ll complain about the chill
March Writing Prompt: Galloping Gadzooks – Day 2/31
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