Beach Ball In the Pool

Turning first to blue then red,
Yellow comes around to white,

As it floats around the edge,
And races to the sides,

Flying quick across the pool
The wind it’s motivator,

It hits and bounces the confines,
Of it’s blue watery prison,

Like billiards upon the surface,
It appears to me a game,

No winners and no losers,
Does it have to beat,

Floating at different speeds,
Or pausing for a moment,

Turning first from blue to red,
Yellow comes around to white,

There upon it circles,
Back upon itself.

Spending pleasant days.