A Small Breath

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.

Plop!

One of my brothers just died.

Am I next? Perhaps.

I’ll just keep floating…

I won’t pop like my brother.

Plop!

My skin is a thin effervescent membrane.

I dance in the air dependent on the wind.

Why do I feel warmth?

Plop!

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?

Plop!

Yes, I am quite fragile.

Just one jab and I will die.

Oh, how I envy the humans.

Plop!

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.

Plop!

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