The Balloon

The balloon.

Inflated with hope,

And giddy with delight,. . . I

Slowly rise above the treetops,

Lazily drifting on the wind's wings.

Soaring effortlessly and endlessly.

Reveling in sights never before seen,

And the thrill of realizing

I. . . can

Reach unattainable heights.

Smoothly gliding past fluffy clouds,

And swirling leaves,

Awestruck at the discovery

Of being able to . . . fly

So high in the sky's blue expanse.

Unchained, unbound, unclaimed,

And finally free.

At least for. . . now.

Vivian Qin, 13, is in eighth grade. She lives in Cherry Hill.