We live our lives
blind, dumb, unknowingly deaf
to the eternities echoing around us,
stuck in an echo chamber
screaming emotions,
sobbing the woes of the world.

We are a drop in the waters,
puddles, lakes, endless oceans
of a universe so vast
that no man will ever reach the end,
an addition that does nothing,
a subtraction quickly forgotten.

The forces ruling us all will be unchanged;
space, time, the laws of physics;
none will notice.
We bellow, whisper, laugh and plead,
raze mountains, build nations, conjure the impossible,
and still are swallowed, unremarkable.

But every drop starts something new,
ripples, waves, raging tsunamis
spilling over the edges of a small world,
brushing up against innumerable lives,
dropping a teaspoon of our essence
and sparking a fire that will never be quenched.

Nothing can ever be completely destroyed,
dust, dirt, the smallest atom,
forever recycled until the end of days.
We are made from the hearts of lions,
talons of eagles, fur of polar bears,
and the cores of stars of eons past.

Even if no one is left to remember,
to cry, smile, pass down our stories
from one heart to another,
we have started something that can never stop,
flowing outward from our birth, life, death,
no one can destroy what we are.