Gently drifting along, afloat on a breeze,
Like a balloon hovering above the trees,
Show nature's colours, a window of light,
With fragility of its' skin, a transient sight,
As the zephyr decreases, it slowly descends,
Towards my garden, downwards it sends,
Rosebush awaits, with thorns on its' stem,
To end its' existence, evaporating a gem,
A marvel of nature is about to take place,
When atop a rose this bubble did grace,
As I look down the rose appears inside,
Draping the flower, like a veil on a bride,
Vision of beauty, lasting but a moment in time,
Bliss to the eye, capturing the rose in its prime
Rose in a bubble, wrapped in a gossamer sheath,
A creation of magnificence to my garden bequeath