A little blue balloon
Floated blissfully across the sky
Above mango trees, along with birds
In the humid air of July.

Floating high above, it barely saw
The little specks of ants below, crawling about.
Insignificant and a hindrance
Like ink on waste paper, blotted out

Feeling important, it spent its days
Until a realization brought it to a lower rung.
It floated higher, not because it was an ace,
But as its insides were lighter than the air around

One day, a red balloon came along.
Like the moon in a night sky
Brought all eyes to it
And admiration in all minds

The blue balloon realised it was invisible
To everyone against the blue.
Unimportant and worthless
A balloon no one cared about or knew.