... like grains of sand

Dot the Universe.

Flung as though by careless hand

Yet fixed in their course.

Set foot upon the moon -

The planets - then the stars.

Navigate the sun -

Still you've not gone far, for,

Start at any place

In this immensity

And endeavor to trace

A path by which you see

A way to the beginning -

Or where the end would be

It's unsurpassable vastness

Filled with mystery.

Take a grain of sand -

In it you will see

Billions of bright suns

Wreaths of nebulae

Countless solar systems

Each with it's array

Of planets, sun, moon

(Dying - or in birth)

Descend still more and soon

You come down to earth -

A tiny little sphere

Imposing on infinity!

Prideful man dwells here

In such complacency.

Would he look up - and out -

His littleness he'd see

And bow his head devout -