{I would still glide, dive and sometimes just ‘be’}

All balloons are not the same,

Nor are they blown by similar earth born.

They still fly,

Some fly high in the sky;

Some glide and dive,

While some 'be' in the mid air.

Some never leave the ground,

Some prefer not leaving the ground;

They are all balloons,

Some are possessed,

Some are disowned,

Some quarrel,

While some just ‘be’.

I wish I was a balloon,

My string might change or leave me,

But I would still glide, dive and sometimes just ‘be’.

All balloons are not the same,

Be the balloon and see the sky.

{*If I were a balloon, i would be somewhat like the above in different seasons and time}