In a dank and dreary cavern

far below the earth

a new beginning has started

life's labor pains of birth

seedlings that lay dormant

many centuries old

foretell a splendid fable

patiently waiting to unfold

a glistening bubble immersed

in a crystal lake

awaits the innocent hand

of a lady filled with grace

within the bubble lies

a key that opens hearts

scorched by sun dipped tears

many have been ripped apart

few can see the scars

even when open wounds appear

the pain that they project

can deafen a thousand ears

she gently lifts the bubble

from it's silken bed of dreams

fondly she gazes into

the sphere that holds the key

wisdom suddenly grabs her

lifting her from a kneeling stance

knowledge gives her power

to heal the bleeding hearts

the key was always inside her

it's not buried deep, you see

within each living creature

wisdom is waiting patiently

we don't need a bubble

to mend a heart in need...