By Mark Kodama
The monarch butterfly pauses and hesitates
Bending the orange flower under its weight,
Before moving on its way
To fulfill tasks of its busy day,
Trivial to us but important to him.
The ant struggles to lift the leaf,
Stumbles then triumphantly
Carries it to the anthill.
Sunset will soon be upon us.
The sun will set
And rise again on the morrow,
One of billions and billions
Of stars in the universe,
Stretching over the vastness of space time.
The pale blue dot turns,
A speck in the cosmos.
We race to and fro on our busy day.
We have many promises to keep
And miles to go before we sleep.
Civilizations rise and fall
The great and the anonymous
Are born and die.
We are made from stardust
And we shall be stardust again.