I am enclosed in a bubble of clear water.My being is transparent, but draws to itself
the living colours of Spring. Light and life
reflect within my soul their pastel beauty.
Edges soften, colours merge together.
I am replete; their nourishment feeds
each particle of my liquid form. I exist.
The Poetry Bus Driver, Uiscebot, this week asked us to go to a new place, and write a non-rhyming poem from there. I went into a drop of water!