Join our hands - A book of poems on Unity

The one

She was a balloon that would illuminate your day

Even when one popped her far, far away

Back she would arrive red, blue, green, and yellow

And when popped again, she would be on air, mellow

And when her day was going low

She came near a child and made him glow

Which made her bigger and bigger every time

AND POP! she went to the next mission, to a dime