The Boy Tom Rosenthal

The boy sits in a field tall grass above his head
And he’s thinking of the path that his ancestors did tread
And as he’s dreaming of the future a mist does descend
And he wonders if this is the beginning or this is the end

And out of the mist a tall creature does appear
His eyes wide and friendly, his face full of years
He says “we’re going on a journey in my hot air balloon
And the time is now so we must get going soon”

They flew over the houses and the streets they use to know
Over trains going fast and people going slow
There were snow on the mountains and boats on the sea
And there were lovers in the forest carving their names into a tree

The boys says “where are we going, where are we going to
I’m scared of the future and I’m mildly scared of you
The creature looked down and said “don’t be scared of the unknown”
We’re going to a place in which I have grown

With a sudden gush of wind the balloon fell from the sky
And the boy shut his eyes and hoped he wouldn’t die
The creature was calm, he had done this before
So he landed the hot air balloon and he opened the door

The boy walked out and he couldn’t believe his eyes
There was a flock of sheep floating through the skies
Followed by a magic carpet on which their shepherd did fly
And the boy wondered what was going on