Bubbles Are Pretty Things Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

When bubbles fly away
I do consder
Their flying away
As a pretty thing,
I dream about them
All the time,
I fly away with
Them in my night and
In my days,
I feel them
Anytime, anywhere, and
Everywhere,
They are not just
Round shapes, but
They are lovely shapes that
Take us away
In their long trip
By air, by sea, and even
By land
To tell us about
What's going on around
The whole world...
I love all of them
Seen or unseen
Simply because they dwell
Inside us
For ever and ever.