Life in seventeen syllables
I had always thought of seeing the countryside from a hot air balloon as a peaceful way to go. Then my mother took a hot air balloon ride and they had a very hard landing. Their landing reminded me we all have to come down from the clouds sometimes and it isn't always pleasant.
Some landings are soft and sweet and others are full of hard knocks. Either way we come down just to go back up again, or at least I do. Doris