Releasing Beauty

IN DEFENSE OF PLAY

I stand before my sink and window
With soap and water blending on my hands.
Then, through circled fingers I gently blow
A transparent orb with rainbow bands.
Lighter than air, it floats to and fro;
Enchanting me 'til it lightly lands
And then disappears--it's gone, I know,
But its being left a gift so grand:

My spirit's fed by beauty so fragile;
My heart with peace and calm does fill.

So, laugh at my sud-spheres if you will;
I'll go on blowing my bubbles still!