Soft Insignificance
To the many stars, my eyes gaze
All around, the world is a haze.
My insignificance made clear
The whisper of my soul, I hear.
It announces its small presence
At peace with its irrelevance.
Let it not be a tragedy
To be lesser known and measly.
For it is a wonder to know
Of the vastness of the cosmos
And be content with one's smallness,
Alone with one’s own absurdness.
Yet, not despairing nor lonely
For nature keeps me company
Cradled by a breeze, I take rest
The soft shrubbery makes my nest.
Untroubled, I lie quit serene
Gently, undisturbed and unseen.
This poem is about:
Me