In a world made of whispers and waves,
thoughts like bubbles glide and play.
Watch them dance, colorful and bright,
a gentle ripple of daydreams afloat.
Some bubbles, like jelly, hug round.
They whisper, "Kindness is a treasure found."
Others pop, leaving echoes in light,
singing tunes of day turned night.
Murmur of Waves - a soft echo calls,
each link a door, each door a new sail.
How many thoughts can a little bubble be?
Count them as stars, one, two, three…