See the grandeur of our universe:
Flocks of far-flung galaxies,
Shrouded by clouds of swirling gas.
A vastness too great to comprehend,
Filled with solar systems
That defy imagination.
Yet none of this is as wondrous
As a tiny bug:
A “lickle life form”
That can look around
And say to itself
(In a language of its own):
I am here.
This is my world.
No idea what is beyond
What I can sense,
But I know I’m here.
And even the greatest galaxy
Cannot do that.
Paul Butters
© PB 19\3\2018.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
See the grandeur of our universe:
Flocks of far-flung galaxies,
Shrouded by clouds of swirling gas.
A vastness too great to comprehend,
Filled with solar systems
That defy imagination.
Yet none of this is as wondrous
As a tiny bug:
A “lickle life form”
That can look around
And say to itself
(In a language of its own):
I am here.
This is my world.
No idea what is beyond
What I can sense,
But I know I’m here.
And even the greatest galaxy
Cannot do that.
Paul Butters
© PB 19\3\2018.
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