Red balloons float into the sky

Easing up, up so high

Days pass by

But I still remember the vision

All of them afloat in the sky

Looking up, my face is turned a bright red from the light

Light that travels through the balloons

Only to paint the world a cherry red

Only to make everyone forget their dread

Never will I forget the sight of those special balloons

Sailing through the sky towards a greater place

Author's Note: This is yet another acrostic poem that I had to write for English that I took way too seriously. I think that red balloons are one of the most pretty sights the world has to offer. Remember, reviews are to writers what cookies are to milk~~~