Don't let the bubble pop, don't let it explode

 

Honor the child, kiss them goodnight. Don't feed their fears by throwing bombs out of spite. Make the dead fishes fly from our sight!

 

Blow them bubbles, make their world glow 

 

There is a little world in each and every bubble, little earth, 

little leaves and little baby animals hidden in the trees.

 

They don't know about the other

 

Except they know, that they feel, the gravity, keeping each bubble in the balance

 

But they respect 

 

And With no question

 

Just like a child whose learned 

 

Not to pop the little swirly orbs

 

Of soap and water and air