I am but a tiny speck on this spinning sphere-
a fractured fragment from its soil-
echoing my name into the fabric it's been made of.
With chalk I mark my tomorrows.
My place,
yours too,
among the giants in the universe
is right here:
where the shared humanity
pulses through earths veins.

It's not a lot, but it's enough.
One life is enough-
Enough to love, to laugh, to cry,
enough to dream, to create,
enough to be, briefly, under this big, bright sun.