Balloon

In skies of blue, where dreams take flight,

There dances a colorful and joyous sight.

With fragile grace, it floats on high,

A symbol of freedom, reaching for the sky.

Oh, wondrous balloon, so light and fair,

Your vibrant hues, a sight so rare.

You soar above, beyond all strife,

A beacon of hope, in this journey called life.

Inflated with dreams and filled with air,

You teach us to rise, to dare and to care.

With every ascent, you show us the way,

To let go of worries, and simply sway.

From children's hands, you eagerly depart,

Carrying dreams and hopes in your heart.

You whisper secrets to the passing breeze,

And gently float amidst the tallest trees.

But alas, your journey must come to an end,

As gravity calls, you begin to descend.

Yet even as you slowly touch the ground,

Your spirit remains, forever unbound.

So, dear balloon, your story is told,

Of dreams and wonders, both young and old.

May we learn from you, with spirits light,

To rise above, and embrace life's flight.