Yellow Balloon

Once, there was a yellow balloon
Tied around my wrist.
The sight of it was beautiful
And it brought laughter to my lips.
I took my balloon everywhere,
Even my place of slumber.
No other balloon could compare
In beauty, size, or color.

Sometimes, I forgot that
It was strung around my arm.
So, I constantly overlooked
The fragility of its yarn.
Gradually, the knot I tied
Grew dangerously loose,
And the string wore thin and brittle
From neglect and abuse.

One day as I walked,
The gossamer thread released.
I remained unaware until
My balloon was out of reach.
Frantically, I stretched and grabbed,
But, alas! merely at the atmosphere.
I could only stand and watch
My balloon slowly rise and disappear.

All day I cried sorrowful tears
For the loss of my dear friend,
Unable to accept that
Our time was at an end.
Now, when I walk alone outside
I look up into the sky.
The sun floats like my old balloon,
Reminding me of times gone by.

Summer has turned into fall
And day faded into night.
Nothing is the same at all,
But everything's alright.
I look into the sky now,
And my eyes reflect the moon.
It's not as yellow, or as bright,
But it still reminds me of my darling balloon.