The Circle of Life

The bubble shall burst.
Happiness strayed into my courtyard.
It stayed more than it's due.
She will fly with the chatter of windows
As the North wind breaks the lull.
After the storm,
What shall remain would be memories.
Sweet, bitter but always special.
Friends will part ways chasing the bubble.
(It's too precious)
Finally, a whiff of the North wind will lure us to places unknown.
I'll wait till Happiness strays into my courtyard again.
Till then the memories are enough!!