The Red Balloon

One day when I was small,
The red balloon I was playing with, had decided it wanted it wanted to go up
No matter how much I played and laughed and stopped it
When I was tired it slid up with the air
and woohoo reached the top of the house everytime !
There it swayed with air, dancing , a little right and some left and its sparkly ribbon tail twisted and curled and chuckled
Redder with emotion. It was a balloon high up.

Till the next day I admired on my pillow watching it, it looked so pretty
and next I wanted it back.Its mine .It was brought for me
So the balloon was landed and handed to me
"Its mine! Its mine!" I gushed, children easily get over excited
When I went to drink some water I hid it below many books, clothes and pillows
Its not going anywhere up again now, right here with me I thought

On returning the balloon was wrinkled and loose
It was dull, heavy and blotted. It didnt move
Only lay there matted, didnt even look up to rise now.

I forgot this balloon quickly and brought another to play.
I should have learnt from it maybe it had something to say.