It is often forgot, or not At all thought of, but I Wonder if you haven’t Heard the tale of how Time loves the little?
He took dust and spun, Violently he did run with This tiny ball of fun. So Slow was the sprout, so Subtle the route but not One moment did Time Not sing so happily of.
He sings of you how he Sang the progression of Dust to Earth. My friend, You are so small. Not Unlike a particle flying Through the cosmos, Guided by Time and Gravity, on the journey To becoming a planet.