A Small Twinkle

When the idea of small makes a sound, you might think of a bug. Perhaps it so small, that you think it needs a hug. But how small is that bug, when placed next to an infinite scale? Now the human is no larger than the average snail. So when the ever expanding universe marks mankind as insignificant A single face from this blue marble makes small seem like an understatement And with the seeds of this small idea, spread across this world They sink alone in the deep earth as the globe twirls The seeds of despair begin to sprout And past the wind, the noisy weeds can be heard to shout That they’ve left a mark on this Earth that will stay past when they are rotten Each claim to have become a flower, so they will not be forgotten Insignificance and alone in troubles Is worse than rolling triple doubles So when small becomes a problem and your pants are not lined with green Know that you are alone together and together you will be seen As you and the other lonely saps continue to hold your breaths Give each other a helping hand as you approach your deaths Perhaps like this, as a close knit group, we can pass our lonely wrinkle And like the brilliant, infinite stars, we can produce a twinkle.