The Journey of a Balloon

I float through the sky, unaware that there is a kid crying because I flew away from their small delicate hands. I blow in the wind, making progress on my expedition. Where will my journey take me? I will float for days, before I land in the unmindful arms of a tall tree, and then my journey will be over. I will pop, and decompose into the earth forever, forgotten, unseen, and unsuspecting of where my journey will be to next.