Underneath this yellow dwarf,
We are dwarfed
By its magnitude,
But mostly by our attitude
Towards it.
It can swallow us ten thousand times
And still be hungry,

Yet we are suspended from it
By a gossamer thread.
Goldie Locks,
Between scorching obliteration by pure light
And the deathly cold emptiness of the void;
Thus are the ingredients for sentience.

What luck!
What coincidence!

My feet pad the earth,
My wings cut the air,
My gills breathe the water,
My eyes are enraptured by the dance of flame,
And my mind moves all for the Unnamed.
Untamed by Chaos,
Tamed by Will.

We are living, singing sunlight.
From dust to rock,
From rock to plant,
From plant to animal,
We are.