ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY- Soar

Soar

There once was a man grip by the balloon
soaring upward into the sky

But he still chain his leg with an anchor on the ground
just in case when he felt the need to come back down

When he was hovering in the mid sky high above the ground
he felt a sense of claim and control, a zone where he
was belong.

He could felt the wind breeze brush him by, as if other people
were also hovering up in the sky like him disguise as wind
saying "Hello".

© By Hung Lin 2007