Anita saw this image and promptly came up with a poem to go with it…

Blowing Bubbles

Soapy bubbles, rainbows made

By tiny wizard on water’s edge

Reflected time within the spheres

With village green

a lighthouse towers

to guide the way

People yet he must find

A string of pearls lies in his wake

Each shining soul he will make

bubbles blown with love in mind

an eco-system on the lake

no bubbles burst with magic made…