The world is ever moving
Waking and dreaming forever
The sun is exploding the earth is turning the moon is as still as a pale white feather
The single tear of a child
Compares little to the vastness of the sea
She feels very small in the big wide world surrounded by things she's told she can't be
Compared to the hundreds of acres of forests
To the trillions of heartbeats, footsteps, and flutters of wings,
She feels very small
if even visible at all
And into herself she slowly sinks