Perspective

Mon, 03/09/2015 - 17:42 -- Mumbles
In the palm of my hand
Is a grain of sand
 
One of hundreds 
Of thousands
Of millions
Of grains
 
It lives with its kin under the sun
And washes away in the rain
 
In the vast, milky sky
There is a single star
 
One of hundreds 
Of thousands
Of millions
Of stars
 
It lives under a blanket of void
And drowns in a sea of tar
 
If I take the grain from my palm 
And place it over the star
A door to heaven will be shut
As I've concealed its scar
 
In my hand there lies
One tiny piece of sky
 
One hundredth
One thousandth
One millionth
Of sky
This poem is about: 
Our world

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