I drift along with numerous others,
In various shapes and shades,
A thrill of flying over peaks
A beauty to behold

Hills await, a thirst to quench,
I carry a burden,
It opens up, streams of rain,
And blessings flow.

Pray do you carry a burden
Does it weigh you down?
Know this, when you are relieved
Of this be sure ,
Burdens become blessings.