I watch as the fragile bubbles,
Get created,
Then destroyed again,
By the beautiful waterfall.
Once they depart,
All that is left behind,
Is foam that whirls around softly,
Along with the rhythm of the water.
Another component,
Of nature’s grand scheme,
Moving according to nature’s laws,
With an unconscious kind of order to it.
It is predictable,
Yet mysterious,
And all the while,
Still completely unknowable.
