If I Were A Bubble
Writer, Maggie Francis Lane  
copyright A Timeless Company, Inc

If I were a bubble, I would alight softly on a tree and wait for a breeze to carry me off again. 

I would float carefully and gently through the clouds and soar on the wings of a robin.  I would drift between rain drops in the middle of a storm, and count on the current to keep me dry and warm.  

I would give reflection to the moon each night and spin in space like the earth.  'Round and 'round the sun I’d go, bouncing on a star, then in the flutter and whirling of the wind, I'd waft back down again.  

So feathery light and delicate, of medium size and girth, I'd pose on a prickly pinecone 'til the air in my belly burst.