Forest Full of Bubbles

In the lush forest

Where most would frolic and
Seek refuge

There is a race that flees from each branch

Every surface

Smooth and jagged
Terrified of new experiences

Fearful that they'll pop

Afraid of being hurt

Cowering beneath the confidence of which

They so falsely flaunt

These creatures are the bubbles

And they're destined to pop

Bound to fall

Certainly going to die out

Unless they evolve past their weaknesses

And learn to break