Sky Balloons Purple Parade Part 2 of 2

Strands of ribbons ride the sky with suns arrival Children watch for birds and listen for the bands To their delight music raises up horizons on the curve Lifted like a curtain at the circus Curved at the ends where land meets sky Higher than high the kaleidoscopic eye burns on Yellow bright to helicopter heaven straight ahead Where fireworks explode for fun and nothing Jump at the opportunity to work for free Licorice sticky kids eat everything in sight Lamp posts made of chocolate come in handy When marching bands go tootsie rolling by They come alive with signs that never stop Remaining stationary in their concrete red and white Drummers borrow beats born on tomorrows slapped behind Rhythms come from behind because bands don't travel backwards Red rubber noses adorn clown faces Crossed feet go stumbling over curbs In over-sized shoes eager to please the masses Men in clumsy gloves juggle empty air As if someone or something were there Missing persons of interest who disappear Tumbling invisible in the wind gone after air Strings hold more than helium up there Sky balloons fly by in multicolored skins Elastic in flight, gentle to the touch of pins Pretty in simplicity, shining in blinding incognito But parades do not begin without a purpose Parades come sooner than the circus if not first When they come they must arrive in cannons In royal colors, living colors would be nice And shot to make sure everyone wakes up As children scream, demanding everything Holding their breath until they or sky turn blue Because only balloons can turn to purple Which is a curse but better than becoming turtle Turtles can not float on unknown surfaces Or high in atmospheres from what we can surmise And if you get the drift on flight mechanics A compromise to fly would be ridiculous