Ballerina On Yellow Balloon

On the yellow balloon The one that goes up A red dressed girl tip toes daintily Floats on the rubbery surface Dances on the head of a pin Helium never felt so good Bare footed balanced on top The world below is far from over Primary blue sky, pastel oceans merge Storm rises upside down and backward Where winds might take them Into the future where land and sea begin Pink is not out of the question Flamingos have been known to swoop When they fly by a yellow balloon A ballerina on top motions alone Encircling observers from a helicopter Close in to click a shot, camera ready Pictured perfect with angel smiles Observers step onto the thin skinned surface Beside her to find her better side Air is not friendly to heavy weight strangers Pins brought on board present a problem Drifting high above becomes a danger Rotating blades get in the way of watchers Balloons have been known to break or pop When drifting with a beauty keep your distance Leave the girl alone to float Curved surfaces hold their own fragility Helium high and pretty as she goes