Balloons

Balloons are big and cool, You can also play with them in a summer pool. Red,yellow, blue and green, They never fail to bring happiness.

Balloons brings us joy, Having fun playing with it. Going up high in the sky, Near the birds that come by.

Being colourful, With a string to pull. Flying so high that the birds see none, Yet,they never fail to bring happiness.

Kids are like flowers, always blooming, Till they reach their max. Balloons can help by boosting their best, Without a single crack.

Balloons are such wonderful things, It’s a miracle how the came into existence. But for some reason with little kids, They always end up in a long distance.

Like a balloon,I wish I could fly, Not too low, or to high, just a nice place in the sky. If I could fly I’d fly with the clouds right below me, I just love what the wonderful has to show me.

Balloons they fly so high, Seeing them in the vast blue sky. Coming in various colors, Red,Blue,Gray and green.

Having a glance at them, Reminds me of simplicity. Whether grown up or growing up, A balloon can never fail to bring a smile.

Looking so bright, Looking so great. Nothing can bring me back to the good old days, But a simple balloon.

Balloons flying in the sky, In front of the sun shine. Balloons going up and down, The wind is trying to push me down.

Balloons with my friend, In a new trend. When I go to take rest, My balloons get brust.

Balloons are in colour pink and red, It has picture of a bread. Balloons are in the shops, Were there are tops.

As I search where are balloons in chrome, It is telling me it is in Rome. Balloons are the best, But it get brust.

Balloons are like a bait, To catch your fate. Fast as a bat, Too high to catch.

In my small hands, Reduced to small strand. Float on the breeze, To far to see.

Float in my mind, Makes me feel pride. Pop in a snap, So much for that.