Fragile forms floating
Away from the wand
The spherical configurations
Rise above the reaching fingers
Gently the wind carries them higher
Still the child dances after
Pointing, grasping, following
Pursing yet the magic
Some will burst along the way
The fingers grab
The forms can’t hold again the stab
Others fly further
Until the pressure closes in
And yet a few will arrive
To brush against the sky
Before fading away
Bubbles like the dreams of a child
Are delicate and require
The soft whispering breezes
To carry them upward
Dream on, dear one
Reach still above your head
Let your dreams brush the clouds
And you, tender guardian
Handle tenderly the aspirations of the young
Let those dreams
Tender as the fragile forms
Alight on the whispers of encouragement
And let not harsh winded words
Push them down
Rise above sweet dream
Ever strong
Yet tender
As the bubbles of your childhood
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