The Saffron skies herald the blazing sun
Yet in amongst the hazeless sky
An odd air balloon, room for all people
As the azure skies hosts the radiant sun.
Men with swords, sheathed, not to be undone.
Men with pistols, holstered to hips, cowboy-like fun.
Men with instruments, pluck harmony from the air.
As the azure skies hosts the radiant sun.
Those not sure of the skies, drank a few shots of rum
And perchance you take a look over, might you fall?
Into the land below, uncharted, a new world.
As the azure skies hosts the radiant sun.
The wind billows and shakes the craft, certainly not as fun
As earlier, with fascinations of machinations
But we huddle, cold in the haze of the clouds
As the azure skies hosts the radiant sun.
Perchance the balloon’s journey is to be done?
As the land ahead becomes familiar, but certainly not home
An outpost of the new world, bathed in the beauty of the sky
As the azure skies hosts the radiant sun.
Certainly, it is now finished, done.
And with the balloon being stored away, the pilot yawns
And grins at his pay, though this is not the last time,
That the azure skies will host him, just like the radiant sun.
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