Beneath a Glass Bubble

Beneath a glass bubble Exists a world all its own, Tipped upside down Its magic is known. Sometimes it plays An inspiring tune, Other times its silence Sings louder than the moon. It displays a scene That touches your heart, Every little detail Is a work of art. Angels to animals Children to Christmas scenes, Each world under glass Shows what life means. Delicate and old Shiny and new, Each treasured globe Provides an enchanting view. Beneath a glass bubble Exists a valuable treasure, A creation of inspiration That only the heart can measure. I collect snow globes and have an estimated 80+ at last count. I have small ones, big ones, musical ones, silent ones: and from every theme you can possibly think of from Xmas to Disney and Halloween to angels. It is willed that when my time is up, the complete collection will be donated to St. Judes Hospital.