Bubble

If I were a bubble,

I would alight softly on a tree 

And wait for a breeze to carry me off again 

I would float carefully and gently thru the clouds,

and soar on the wings of a robin

I would drift between raindrops in the middle of a storm 

And count on the current to keep me dry and warm

I would give reflection to the moon each night

And spin in space like the earth

Round and round the sun I’d go, bouncing on a star

Then in the flutter and whirling of the wind

I'd waft back down again

So feathery light and delicate, of medium size and girth,  

I'd pose on a prickly pine cone 

‘t'il the air in my belly burst