This was a recent Final Visual Exam for one my Graphic Design classes from this last semester. We had to present it in minimal form and then in full color and detail. We had to write a story with the visuals, so I wrote a poem.
I think this would be great to take even further as a short film, either live or animated, storyboards, with narration of the poem, etc...
There was a little girl who lost her balloon.
It left her hand, oh too soon.
She watched and cried as it slowly took drift.
Through the Central Park trees,
Where the wind took it so swift.
It rose high in the sky, faster and faster.
The little girl felt ill and proclaimed a disaster.
Higher and higher it bounced with a bobble,
As it danced in mid-air with a twirl and a wobble.
With a swoop and a swirl,
It was witnessed by a poor little girl.
As it floated above, beyond New York City,
She gasped and muttered,
“Oh my, what a pity.”
The balloon started to climb ever so high.
She could see its red color against the blue sky.
Amongst the clouds, it flew fast and fierce.
And through a flock of birds, they did not pierce.
Relieved from the sight, the little girl cried with delight,
Because her balloon survived a very rough flight.
Wiping the tears away from her eye,
She knew it was time to say a goodbye.
The little girl marveled at her now-distant balloon,
As it soared closer and closer towards a full moon.
“I know you’ll make it,” she said, “you'll be there soon.”
With a smile and a wink from her right eye,
She waved goodbye and let out a big sigh,
“Don’t worry, I’ll be here, I’ll be all right...
Cause I’ll see you going around the moon,
When I look out my window each night.”