Consider a grain of sand
And you have eternities
In the palm of your hand.
Consider wind
And you have the ever
Expanding interstellar void
Whirl by your ears.
Consider our lives
And we have an ephemeral spark
Which is truly our realm
For we are nothing more
In the cosmos scheme
Than specks of dust.
Consider the reasons
We are putting ourselves
In the centre of the universe
For we certainly make a lot of ruckus
For such aleatory beings.
Is it not simply
To disprove the unimportance
Of our feverish transience?
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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