A fragile sphere, a fleeting gleam,
A bubble floats, a joyful dream.
With iridescent, shifting hue,
It dances lightly, fresh and new.
From simple soap, a magic born,
Reflecting sunbeams of the morn.
It drifts and sways on gentle breeze,
A moment's wonder, sure to please.
The child's delight, a squeal, a cheer,
As countless bubbles draw so near.
They pop and vanish, soft and low,
Yet endless streams continue to flow.
In every gleam, a world so bright,
A tiny orb of pure delight.
A simple pleasure, light and free,
The joy that bubbles bring to me.
Making music brings back memories of my good ole karaoke days.
Read lyrics…..
Don’t listen to me, LOL, if you value your ears.