They create their art, the shape is a sphere,
we think we know, but, it’s not really clear,
how they got all that art way down in there.

Glass is cool and smooth as it rolls on the palm.
The perfect shape, get lost in the calm.
To sooth the stress, a spherical balm.

We look down inside and therein we tumble.
Is that a bee? Did I just hear it bumble?
Look at that wave crash and rumble!

Deep space and stars, flowers and more,
orchids, jellyfish and colors galore,
shapes and designs never imagined before.

Stripes and dots with sweeping swirls,
clouds of ethereal ghostly twirls.
Look down inside the bottomless whirls.

The stripes and sparkles and oh, so much more…
It’s slipped from my grasp and heads for the floor!
My hands fly to catch it, juggling one sphere like four!

Gravity’s call was faster than me.
I thought I had it and on to one knee
I ended, one last outstretched grasp only to see

Bounce……bounce…..bounce……

They create their art, the shape is a sphere,
Unfortunately, I know exactly how that mark got there.