In the morning when everyone else is
yet to awake
When there is still no sun yet there
is no darkness
When outside is still so cold, where
the cold try to reach your bones
When all you can hear is the continuous
songs of the crickets
And the occasional chime in of a frog
or a two
When birds are about to come out for
the day, but not yet out singing
You stand outside and listen to the sounds,
and look at the sky and feel the universe
You feel how small you are, how tiny
you are
And if this moment was the whole day,
if this was all but life, but it is not
If this is what I am, this small and
this tiny, behold this earth and beyond
I happen to wonder - what am I, where am
I, where I am headed, and what I would be
When you compare this moment with
eternity
And then the sun rises...
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