I watch, and something stirs within—
A whisper I had almost lost:
That life can lift, that life can shine,
If only we release our grip.

Bubbles burst with a soft, sweet sigh,
And yet their shimmer lingers still.
So may I, too, let troubles float,
And greet each day with open hands.

For in the fragile, fleeting light,
There lies a truth both bright and small:
The heart that lets the world drift by
Is the one that holds life after all.