I dreamed I was a galaxy.. surrounded
                                                        by reddish light
                        no longer was I afraid..
        to face the darkest night
for I could see....
                          the distant galaxies..
     all spinning all around..
all singing quite musically..
                                                yet none had made a sound..

They glittered  bright
     like shiny steel beads
                 of coldest night...what a sight..
I was galaxy of millions.. but not
                                                         .. the brightest star...

No.... just an ordinary one... of billions
and they stretch like.... here and.............so far

So be your own universe..
               shine as bright as you can be..
glitter like the brightest Sun
                 or the tiniest star you see

Because ..everything that  has a purpose
a meaning and a plan... it  often sits... squarely there
in the palm of your hand