what makes us stop and stare?
As i watch my children play outside,
what i see in them makes our world collide
My imagination runs wild as i look inside
Why do we see an array full of color?
Its like another world surviving among us
It draws us in making us wonder
Something intrigues us when we are very small
Seeing them created as we also hear their call
Anything is possible in the bubbles of light
Taking hold of us till they blow out of sight
anything to do with bubbles-contest