Glass Orbs

Delicate, lying on the floor,
Shining, in harm’s way.
Glistening from the gleaming light,
They’re lovely things to see.
They seem to be unbreakable
Silver orbs, fragile as glass.
Watch them as they glow.
Yes, see their lovely glow

How delicate, you don’t know
Until their glows have passed.
Glows seemingly unshakable
Until they cease to be.
See them shatter from their flight,
Kicked from far away,
And they are no more,
Sparkling never more.