Poetry of sorts

Ballons

Colors rise,
in sky so blue.
Our eyes watch,
as the distance grew.

They rose,
red, yellow and blue.
A sight so peaceful I doze.
As balloons rose.

A little girl,
about 4 years stares at me.
Her eyes swirl,
as she smiles and twirls.

She giggles so happily.
Her blonde hair blows,
as her smile seems to grow.
A smile so innocent,
shielded from the world, unable to know.

"You wonder why my smile can grow Miss?"

"How would I know?"

She smiles again at me.
Coming closer, I'm unable to flee.
She grabs my hand,
and stares into my eyes with glee.

"Do you wonder what happened to my sadness?"

I nod my head.
As she stares and read.
Humming a tune,
she points toward the sky,

"My feelings floated away with those balloons."