Soap Bubbles Poem by Noel Horlanda

Wakes up to a bright sight
Azure sky lucid n’ serene
Heavens so warm yet so cool
By the early breeze at morn’ light

Appreciat’d the sunshine’s glory
Tiny droplets of spherical form
Began to descend clandestinely
Like rain shower and glary

Looks like soap bubbles,
Lots of them comin’ down
Don’t know where they come from
Perhaps from some kids dabbles

They come in various sizes,
Small n’ grand, filmy
A gallimaufry of colors
Pink, red, yellow or blushes

Some gamboling, careening
Even catwalks n’ soundless
And like people their life span
Too short…some lingering

Burst, disintegrated in air
Others reached ground but
didn’t last long…
Others still sails away
suddenly by squall but dare

Some go off course, however
lucky others remain steady
given second chance thus
charily took journey ‘til end ever

Survivors rose from the earth smiles
Two, three, four about a hundred
Drifts in air back again
Like Christmas balls bopped in miles

Free once more n’ wanders
Like newborn babes that hardly cry
That’s what lovers are
like soap bubbles delicate, tender

Look! There’s more comin’
Hey kids! What’s goin’ on?
I’m comin’ up…