Summer Madness · Kool & The Gang https://youtu.be/vQSI-rUUYqA?si=8sPzRPGZKM-x9tsV White water bubbles, On the waters edge, Did they happen by chance, Or possibly instead… As quickly imagined, Were they something else, White bubbles in designs. Wishes he felt. ( next stanza). A man with a brush. He painted them blue. He said that the sky induced dreams to come true. In between parts were touches of gold and set between these his wishes to hold. A thousand swept messages. Those watery sealed blooms. Were noticed as reflections one summer afternoon. S. Kamber