Bubble

Gleaming spheres that soar aloft, Sunbeams dance on curves so soft; Splintered scenes of colors bright, Entrance the eye, the mind delight. A primal form, this glowing round, It floats with ease in silent sound; On breeze's wings, with serenity, Its beauty grows in eternity. With curious hand, the mystic child Reaches forth to find its core; The silent burst, with Laughters' smile, Twas there an instant, now no more. Reflection asks, 'Was not that core But part of all the air that Is? And are we bubbles, ascending high, In radiant Light that is really His?[1]