Specks of dirt

Now I am free again,

To die,

In the jungles of reason

I have found a new toy.

One rare day, I witnessed along with

Shy morning sunlight beam

A dew drop’s fall

From the tip of a leaf to the ground

Rolling over

It created riot of colors,

Till got swallowed by the earth

And I recorded a memory

To roll around,

Even though when I stood up to leave

All that remained was

A speck on the dirt.

It took a few days to sink in,

That if you look from

Far enough above,

We all are just specks of dirt,

Even the galaxy can become a dot.

Enlightened with joy,

I carved a saying

‘If you can’t laugh at yourself,

Then count the stars’.

With a smile, proud and tall

I walked away,

One in a 5 billion human toy

Moving in a sphere of clay.