The Bubbles Of Life Are Green Poem by James McLain

Even we do, come and go.
Growing number's whom come uninvited.
They grow up around U.S.
as we did, when we did and now with
our children.
Green is universal, for healthy growth
surely by now,
in your dream's before death, you
have seen them.
They these bubble's we've seen, come and go
and have many colors.
The hue's of a rainbow that trail off to
either side,
and hence represent the worth of your soul
and the measure
of good that you represented in life, young
or old.
As your mind grew
in the deep of the night when you were asleep
it was then that you knew when awake.
As with all that has lived and thus when we die
each mind that gives thought,
and spins out and around and as With sound, rest's
with the owner, you then are found.