From the beginning, a trillion little atoms
Always moving, finding their place
Responsive, but not sentient

The flowers of life, the fruit as well
A window into all of us, all of this
Holy, but not indestructible

A yellow primary, each head spinning along underneath
Warming the structures - steel, wood, and bone
Magnificent, but too far to reach

The world full of beauty, only known to the willing
Opening the paths, walking the doors
Endless, but almost forgotten

Walking forward, each of us beaming
Since the day is long, crisis comes on its own time
Anticipating, but not hesitant

A creation so significant, letting one roam free
Glimpsing endlessness, those who use it
Unbreakable, but not against itself

A man aware of his own existence, a coward
Still securing his fate, a fraught afterthought
Responsive, but no longer sentient