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.
Copyright © Deborah Herber | Year Posted 2008
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