Blowing Bubbles

Warm sunshine touches my face, and I begin to blow bubbles I wonder and wait to see how big or small you'll be, Iridescent and beautifully floating carefree through the air. I wish it was me instead of you. Giggles escape as the school girl I used to be emerges. I blow more bubbles as I dance and twirl about, Around me the country fields of hope spring up As the bubbles beautifully float carefree about me.