Each bubble is a fragile vessel of grace,

holding a snapshot of time in its wavy embrace.

These bubbles remind us of our mortality,

a whisper of truth in their luminosity.

Born from a gentle breath, they drift away

with the inevitability of time's quick decay.

Their iridescence reveals life's brevity and fragility,

a mirror of our transient reality.

With each gentle touch, a bubble disappears,

echoing the fleeting nature of life and our fears.

Moments, like bubbles, rise and then depart,

leaving behind memories etched deeply in our hearts.

Let us cherish every moment, every hue,

embrace the beauty before it fades from view.

For in the realm of "Blue Soap Bubbles" we find,

a reflection of life's transient bind.