In a Quiet Place

In a quiet place I sat While waiting for the taxi to come. Someone had told me in advance that, Traffic wise, this area was lonesome. In front of me was a tiny little pond Formed by a small drip from the incline. By this trickle a bubble was formed, Followed by others in a sequential line. Bubbles born, floating and dying Continuously in that secluded spot Regardless of whether there was someone watching, Whether there was an observer or not!