The sun
she singed me today
zapped me with her solar rays
I forget sometimes
that in this universe we're just ants
things so much bigger
are spinning us round
in their wake we exist
their fate becomes our future
big big things
we're so unbelievably small
smaller than our vast minds
can comprehend
to call the space around us
a 'world'
I think shrinks it
in a way
Why restrict wonder to a word?