Bubbles like space
ebbing with the tide of sunrise.
Bubbles like endless
Sapphires, rubies,
and pearls
drifting with the stars.
Bubbles like
the smile on a giggling
babies face.
Bubbles like
old faint memories,
popping into mind.
bubbles so small,
yet so precious,
and delicate,
like our own
precious piece
of rainbow,
a gift from Mother Nature,
herself.
By Garrett, Grade 5