Red ballons are tied tightly
Around a vendors cart
Pushed by a zen master
In the middle of a carnival
A boy walks up with his mother
Tugging on her blouse
Ordering her persistently
To buy him a ballon
She tries but couldn't deny
The mom pays the man
And the misbehaving boy
Reaches out in satisfaction
As the string touches
his fidgeting fingertips
The ballon bursts with a bang
Underneath is a whisper
"Importance is not what you have
It's who
And appreciation is not who you are
but what"