Colorful orbs of joy, floating high and free,
Balloons bring delight, to you and me.
Tied to a string, they dance in the air,
A festive decoration, beyond compare.
With a pop of color, they brighten up the day,
A symbol of celebration, in every way.
Filled with helium, they soar with glee,
A magical wonder, for you and me to see.
In shades of red, blue, and yellow, they shine,
A rainbow of happiness, all the time.
Releasing them skyward, a dream takes flight,
A fleeting moment, of pure delight.
So let us cherish, these balloons so bright,
A simple pleasure, that brings us joy and light.
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