The Red Balloon

You came in the form of a red balloon,
Floating through the tree tops,
Dipping to kiss the fields of wildflowers,
Silently joining the birds in song;
You flew through the night,
And landed with the morning dew,
In my backyard;

You waited for me to notice you -
Unassuming, patient, loving;
You wanted to surprise me with joy,
To fill my world with color,
To inspire me to run like a child,
Through the door of my heart,
Into the crisp morning air,
To scoop you into my arms,
And step into the freedom of the day;
How could something I thought was so inanimate,
Be suddenly, and unalterably, so alive within!