There are galaxies on these flower petals
But to us they’re just dots,
You don’t look around a lot
When you commute
The flowers are just flowers
Who cares about the dots?
But see it from their perspective:
They don’t know what’s outside their universe,
They don’t know the sounds of the trains
Without quantum calculations
Let alone understand
Why the billboards change,
Why the people who are God-like in proportion
Will never look exactly alike.
They cannot know that soon their reality
Will wither and die
And one by one, the many sections of their world
Will fall into a waste paper basket or on the floor.
Some take trips to nature to get perspective
But I’ve found that it’s much closer than you think.
Image Credit: Norma Baillie