I have music, but no ears. I have a merry song, but no voice. I possess a herd of horses, but they never eat. They run all day, but never move their feet. I am always spinning, yet I stay in one place. I am a carnival classic. What am I?

Colorful spheres of joy, tethered to dreams, rising with laughter and carrying wishes to the sky, popping with surprise when least expected.

I'm typically quite welcoming, I don't understand why everyone walks all over me...

Not sure why they thought this formed the moon, Unless it can’t digest, and the tides coming soon.

I'm round with nothing inside I come in gold or plain you start your mornings with me and I'm better with a spread