RIBBONS OF LIFE
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Ribbons of life, floating in the sky
Colours all mixing, flying high
Swirls and stretches of fabric
Patterns so pretty it’s magic
Like a rainbow without the pot of gold
Where have they come from
A picture so bold
Yellows, orange and apple green
It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
Now I see the end of the ribbons
They are tied to balloons
Whistling through the air making tunes
Sounds of life
Millions of smiles
Can be seen for miles
Everyone looks to the sky
Wondering why
Looking for what reasons
Counting the mass of ribbons
Children are filled
with glee
Not believing what they see
Jumping to try and catch
Just one balloon or ribbon from the batch
Colours all mixing and flying along
In a sky where they obviously belong
But there will be a time when they have to come down
I just hope smiles can be remembered
And we don’t wear a frown
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