Bubbles of Creation

Beautifully bewildered by raging bubbles,

Bountiful in quantity and worth,

Blowing blissfully away from trouble,

Unaware of the passage of time so soon after its birth.

Encased in each are imaginations and dreams,

Reflected by the child who’s watching it float,

As her eyes fixate on it flowing downstream,

To be brought to tears as her creation explodes.

Time as young is ever so fleeting,

Like the fragile ball of soap that fills the air,

In a myriad of beautiful blissful bubbles where each is popping,

Is another part of time lost unprepared.

Edited by: Musfirah binti Saifbudin