The Bubble

There once was a bubble
Who feared so much trouble
Day by day he floated and floated
Rising and falling with the stray streams of wind


Up on high he supposed 
That the lower he goes
Would only bring woes to others
As life would come to a close


As the bubble looked around 
with his shiny wide eyes
Found only smiles
For miles and miles

There was never a frown
Around and around
As bubbles popped
Both up and down

The wind took him down
And the bubble he froze
Going to a pink colored rose
He smiled and popped in the snow

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson