Bubbles float on air,
Drifting and swirling,
Each one a dream,
A thought, a feeling.
Some are light and carefree,
Others heavy with sorrow,
But all are beautiful,
In their own way.
I watch them rise,
Each one a window,
Into a world unknown,
Full of emotion.
I reach out my hand,
And try to catch one,
But it slips through my fingers,
Like water from a stream.
I am left alone,
With only my own thoughts,
But I am grateful,
For the glimpse I had.
For in those bubbles,
I saw a world of possibilities,
A world of hope,
A world of dreams.
And I am filled,
With a sense of wonder,
For the beauty,
Of these fleeting moments.
Bubbles, oh bubbles,
So light and so free,
Drifting and floating,
Up in the breeze.
A dream of a world,
Where all is serene,
No worries or troubles,
Just peace and calm serene.
But dreams, they do fade,
As the bubbles burst,
Emotions run high,
As we face the worst.
Still we dream on,
Of a world so bright,
Where bubbles can drift,
Forever in flight.
So let us hold on,
To our dreams and our hopes,
For in them lies our future,
And all our dreams and hopes.
