A Game of blowing bubbles
Children blowing Water Bubbles into the air
floating, bouncing, flowing, dancing, fun
Through the ray from the universe
Transparent as it is
Winding the colorful spectrum of lights
Shimmering so much difference from so many angles
Synchronizing the same harmony as if from the heavenly angels
Just one spot
one spot descending from the starry universe
Spreading, empowering, showering into our lives
embracing the young with laughter and hopes
along the cracks between our tears and fears
but never despair
bouncing in their hands over ups and downs of our live stairs
Reflection of the rainbow lights
Sparkling as if a crystal
Purifying as if watery clear
Grabs it, seizes it, holds it
against our chests
As if the pendent of heart
Once falling on the ground
Pops
Scattering into pieces of elegant champagne glasses
Emptiness as it's left
With no trace to be found again
Once in a while
Crystal-clear as they are
Bubbles can regenerate
Simple, authentic, spontaneous but creative
Who create them?
The CHILDREN
Innocent and kind as they are
Returning the life back into the circular nature
As if the circle of nature
Along their lovingly breathing air
Venturing and fun loving as if no fear
Who create the disaster?
The ADULTS
Manipulative and complicated as it is
Robbing, mugging and snatching after every bubble
Calculating, fearing as if there is no more happily-ever-after
Awaking the Yawns lie beneath the core
the last and the biggest Water Bubble
Our planet
the Earth
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