In Awe Of The Night Sky

Twenty-four stars shooting into nothing, billions of aeons ago.
We are small, not a grain of sand compared to a moment in the universe.
Pointless, aimless, endless.
Gaze into the forever, not to comprehend, just to watch and forget.
For the moment, nothing.
Twenty-four stars shooting into oblivion billions of aeons ago.
We are small, but not a grain of sand.