Bubbles

Bubble. Life is like a bubble.
Born from the breath of Time,
And hovers aimlessly through the sky.
Travels among the stars joining other bubbles
Or sometimes all alone.
But it never stops.
And suddenly, just like a short breath, it dies.
Many are born and die, and life keeps moving, finite and eternally.
Fly bubble, fly. Your life is brief.
Your time is now. Fly.