shinny floating globules
so thin almost invisible.
an effervescent joy
too fragile we cannot hold.

a cluster of tiny particles
robbed of precious liberty
walled within a thin film liquid
waiting to be free.

winks of fleeting delights
unto the childish eyes
draft, heaped and twirled inside
spinning around for just awhile.

wind can make them dance
and in turn can undermine...
as we glide to life's commands
there's a time that life declines.

with countenance they can't hide
in sleek transparency,
they put smiles on every child
and on adult faded curiosity.