Almost there

It doesn’t now take long to climb
to say goodbye my moon,
welcome the sun at the same time.
And not a sec too soon.

The early balloon caught the sun
and lifted spirits high
when the basket’s rise has begun
fixed to a steering tie.

The aim is the distance from the earth,
the touch of freedom from stress.
Like the umbilical cord by birth
now separates from all worldly mess.