The Bubble Bath

I like to hide in baths of bubbles

All my troubles

Lay beneath

Snow white peaks of soapy foam

All alone

In waters deep

On the hilltop of my knee

I dress a winder scene in white

Soon the snow rolls off revealing

Soft new skin in Springs fresh light

My hands begin to shape the scape

Of land here in the tub-wide valley

Clothed in white, as light as lambs wool

My sheepish hand a plush pink pal

Now it becomes a wide-eyed rabbit

Perked up ears and curious air

Bunny wanders through the snowfall

Goes below to burrow there

Till the waves of winter ebb

And cause the snow of foam to fade

I am naked now instead,

No longer can I hide away