Change

And there amongst the blue powder
And the white foam that frames it all.
Was a little splash of colour,
To the green it never does fall.

Rainbow in its appearance,
Solid but moving too...
Pinned to the never ending
The never ending stretched out blue.

And nestled within that splash,
Was the picture of a balloon,
Hot in its form and type
But holds the power to reach the moon.

Attached to that balloon
You'll find a little wicker pocket
And snuggled up inside of that,
Is a baby with a rocket.

And now that babies grown.
He's in a colour splash of his own.
Up to space, in a race...
Hoping he'll come home.

(I likes hot air balloons. I keep meaning to paint one/ experience one... Anyway. This is about how quickly things can change)