Significant Insignificance

I am but a grain of sand lining the shore.

I am but a drop of water in the ocean.

I am but a star in the night sky.

Along with the sun which rises and falls across the horizon,

I am but a cycle of insignificance.

But a flame which will eventually burn out,

But a leaf which will change, and fall to the land below,

But a breath of fresh air which will be consumed.

Along with life which is given and taken,

I am but a cycle of insignificance.

Standing with feet buried in the individual grains of sand,

The scent of the deep abyss filling the air,

Gazing into the starry night overhead.

Feeling the heat from the fire as it warms the land behind,

Hearing the leaves fall from the autumn trees,

Seeing them dance in the air which carries them past.

I am but a mere moment on this earth.

To most, no more than a moment to be forgotten.

I am but a moment of significant insignificance.