Bubbles

 

A little bubble floats in midair

Through which we see a beautiful domain

Solely in a small sphere

We see more than ever

But then came a little finger,

And a mild touch...

In not more of a second,

It popped...just as the world did

And disappeared into nothingness....just as the world...

It waits to rise again from the shattered remains of this world

To show us some dignity, some pride

To once again float in midair

In the midst of this crazy thing called life.

In the midst of everyone on this wild ride…

It waits to rise again

To show us the whole of a different world

So we can find thrills in small joys

And above all that noise

It like that little voice

At the back of our heads

That reminds us how it is to feel alive

When it soars high into the morning sky

It shows us a brand new world

In the glistening daylight

(Year Twenty-Eleven - Eighth grade)