Bubbles

The shining, perfect spheres
Shimmering translucent orbs
They hover and drift
Gently bumping into each other
Exchanging the latest gossip

Glimmering of pink and green
Delicate fairy toys
A glimpse into the celestial world
Shimmering with the majesty of magic

Created of fairydust and leprechuan tears
These dancing, shifting druids
Lark with fairies in their enchanted world

But — alas — it ends
With a soft, wet — pop

— Summer Walters