The tallest house I lived in was two stories.
The tallest building I’ve been in was 102.
I’ve flown in the sky at 35,000 feet —
So high the people looked like dust.
The moon is 238,000 miles away.
Mars is 140 million miles away.
When I get there, how minuscule will people look then
When there is no limit to how high we can fly?
Your poem gives credibility to the passing thought. 🙂 Nice poem.