bubbles, bubbles,
here comes trouble
singing to the trees.
Light projects,
animals stare,
beauty
one of a kind
wings flap
cooling air
laughter
can be heard
solace heals
cleans the soul
arms outstretched
letting go
bubbles, bubbles,
troubles
released
forgotten
A tip, a toe,
an animal's nose.
Earth
in focus.
The portal opens
~Snook
All photos are mine unless otherwise stated.
