been to a thousand galaxies
seen a millions stars
none which are brighter than you
trod the greatest canyons
swam through the most seas
none which are deeper than you
but you consider yourself to be
the lowest form of a being
shattered into nothing but dust
you see yourself as a spec
shriveling on the surface of the moon
you see no relevance for
the gifts you have been granted
and question, the inheritance
of them all.
but with time,you will see
how a garden of dying flowers
can blossom out from gloom
how mud can be sculpted
into great artistry and
how the miscellaneous things
always have time and place
to be relevant,
you will understand, that this spec
on the moon, can be formed into a fortress.
- k y r v t
