INFINITE WONDERMENT

The sands that fill the desert sky,
Upon my soul brings this high.
Many the question of what they are,
Each and every sparkled star,
But still I sit in wonderment try.

Imagine the atom which stays it’s place,
With only the eye may you see it’s trace.
Yet with all the trillions that do exist,
Their ignored as a warm summer’s mist,
With each their own particular face.

Imagine a drop upon the ocean,
Billions together symphony in motion.
Clashing at once in great  calamity,
Comes the illusion of mass insanity,
But each moves with certain devotion.

Look to the picture upon you’re view,
Lose one dot, and you might lose the clue.
Each come together to make the one,
Without the small, you’re viewing is done,
So the picture of you is no longer true.

So I look upon the grains within the sky,
Is something upon me with the eye?
Am I the wonderment of  ad infinitum,
Or just another ignored infinite item?
Still in wonderment I try,
With infinite wonderment I try.