Spheres

A child stands in the garden of her home; she sighs for there are many things she doesn't understand - her parents fighting, talk of poverty and war, of helplessness and pain.

She sighs again, but then she sees bright flowers in the grass; and as she looks more closely, there are flowers everywhere; in the bushes, high in the trees, and in the wind, they dance, and look like bubbles, spheres of dreams.