We are just a verse

I wrote a poem about how we all are just a verse.

We are just a verse

From the smallest particle of dust,
To the biggest Sunburst,
This world is made of both big and little,
But all of us are equal.

This space, this Universe,
From its eternal poem, we are just a verse,
Besides this world we are small
To this sky, we practically don't exist at all.

But this world still gives us a look
Into some pages of its mile-long book.
And possibly, the smallest thing
Might have brought this cosmos into being.

Human life is just a fraction of time
Of this world's lifetime,
But just as we are made from the cosmos,
Existence is also made by us.

But what is time?
Is life just a search for a dime?
Or is it just existing and changing,
In a world that's also ever-evolving?

Let's face this fact,
We all want to be perfect,
In a way, we're perfect and not
If we're giving it a second thought.

Life to appear is a rare sight,
For us to experience a day and a night,
There is a need for perfect balance,
So to create a harmonical Borealis.

So many wrong things could have happened,
That would have brought life to an end,
But still, in this Universe of ours,
We too have survived among these stars.

All the galaxies, planets, moons,
They all have a set of rules,
Rules they must obey,
If in this world they want a role to play.

But our mind doesn't think what the Universe wants,
Instead, it has it's own approach, it's own response,
We all have a Universe in our mind,
Sometimes it's kind, but it doesn't happen all the time.

When people act a bit different than normal,
We sometimes say they're like an animal
But is that quote true?
Or do we need to change it into something new?

Animals attack, hunt,
Sometimes they cooperate, sometimes they confront,
But for them, it's to survive, to live one more day.
To survive, the prey needs the hunter, and the hunter needs the prey.

Without the hunter, there will be too many prey animals,
Which will eat their insects, their plants,
Until there are no more left,
And slowly, all of them will face an end.

But humans don't need to fight,
To live one more day and one more night,
So why do some people always want more when they need,
Letting gratefulness fade behind greed?

As I like to say,
It's because people were made to be loved,
And things were made to be used.
But instead, things are loved,
And people are used.

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