The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life. Job 33:4
What am I doing here? I am so high up!
I scream, but there is no sound.
Ah, I have no mouth.
One of my brothers just died.
Am I next? Perhaps.
I’ll just keep floating…
I won’t pop like my brother.
My skin is a thin effervescent membrane.
I dance in the air dependent on the wind.
Why do I feel warmth?
I have already existed for three seconds,
And my life is already near the end.
Why so short?
Oh dear! Can I round the corner?
Yes, I am quite fragile.
Just one jab and I will die.
Oh, how I envy the humans.
I was born because of a warm breath.
It lingers still, and I rise to the Creator.
My ten seconds are now complete.
After all, I am only a bubble.