Life, merely a moment in an infinite expanse of time and space;
Lives fragmented, people clinging to the notion that life is about humanity;
A speck of dust dancing in a vast see of sunlight;
A tree attempting to find its way into the day;
Paths diverging and reconnecting in the depths;
Souls attempting to discover the meaning of it all;
The dawn of human consciousness;
A relentless search for truth;
Here we are, now, realizing how small our niche truly is;
And what little we know;
To think that we are the purpose of life;
To think that we are central to life;
Might we rest knowing that we are simply just another highly organized expression in the bounty of the Cosmos.
Revised version
Life, a fleeting moment in an infinite expanse of time and space, Fragments of existence, clinging to humanity’s embrace; A speck of dust, dancing in a sea of sunlight’s grace, A tree reaching for the heavens, finding its place.
Paths diverge and reconnect in the depths of existence, Souls yearning to unravel the mysteries with persistence; The dawn of consciousness, a new age of persistence, A search for truth that spans the distance.
Here we are, a small niche in a vast universe, Realizing how little we truly know, with little converse; To think we’re the purpose of life, a thought quite perverse, Just another expression in the bounty of the Cosmos, we traverse.
Let us rest easy, knowing we’re but a small piece of the grand design, And embrace the beauty of life, amidst the mysteries divine; For the search for truth and meaning, will always be intertwined, With the infinite expanse of the universe, a treasure to find.