Purple mountains, yellow seas of grass stretch out below.
Twin balloons lift off, seeking, searching,
stretching the limits of flight.
Two aeronauts launch into blue skies.
With each pull of the burner, the balloon ascends higher.
Air thins, breaths come more quickly, temperatures plummet.
Where does man’s power end and God begin?
Love the vivid images here!
Especially these lines:
“Purple Mountains, yellow seas … each pull of the burner”
I felt like I was in the balloon!