Perspective

Perspective
Virginia Carraway Stark

An ant crawling
Up the side of a cottonwood tree
Doesn’t mind Me
I should feel big staring at him
But I feel as small as this ant
The sky is a bowl
Of vastness
The clouds are mountains
Towering above me
How vast can this world be
Even this cottonwood towers over what is see
I am a mote
And the horizon
Is large as the sea

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