Gaze at the blue above,
the unbridled, celestial nothingness.
Feel the stretch of the vast unknown,
and let our wee existence quiver a little.
Minuscule we are,
like a plankton in the ocean.
Yet we spill blood, fume rage and wreck our only home.
Draped in pride and hatred,
and crowned as our own Gods,
no cosmos can quench our avarice.
But the cosmos only chuckles,
seeing the bellicose speck of dust.
It's only a matter of time before it gets blown away.