Bubble Garden

Conceived in our vast, rolling country
We take pleasure in the park
at the edge of our city
We love our sunsets
where colour mingles in the winding garden
And the antics of people amuse
In the bubble garden

In this garden I am but one

What great force singled me to be here?
Sheltered
Out of harm's way
Out of famine's way
Out of dictatorship's way
Out of terrorism's path
Free
It's so good to be!
Simply be!

I penned this poem before the "free world" was attacked. I will update.
I'm sure it's not just my heart that beats sadly.
We will persevere against evil.

But, will the bubble burst?