I’m not a floor, I’m not a wall, I don’t play games, I don’t play ball. I’m always over everyone, Watching all the daily fun.

I’m red, white, and blue, And checkered, too. Red, green, and white Also serve to delight!

In a groovy glass dance, blobs rise and fall, a psychedelic trance in a mystical ball. Nostalgia's glow from a bygone day, where waxy orbs in liquid sway.

Guardians of the squint, they cloak the eyes like secret agents while taming the fiery orb's glare, turning bright days into cool mysteries.

Silent dancers on an overhead stage, swirling and twirling to keep the air in motion, cooling tempers and lifting spirits while staying out of sight.