Rewind, if you will, <br />Here, I'll help, hold my hand as <br />We walk with the Gods across <br />The vastnesses of existence to <br />A small, blue world where <br />Creatures live, fight, are born <br />And die. In their numberless hordes. <br />Wave on wave, repeating whilst <br />The galaxies move in the void and <br />The small, blue world spins <br />Round it's lifegiving sun, where <br />One of the creatures dies <br />And sinks to the bottom <br />Of it's ocean. Here to lie as <br />The planet breathes, evolves and <br />It's surface moves, land appears, <br />Disappears and falls again. <br />New creatures are born, evolve <br />Are made extinct, <br />And replaced again. <br /> <br />Now, this is where we came in… <br />Fast forward by two <br />Hundred million <br />Years <br />Give or take <br />And, on a building site <br />Where another new animal is <br />Leaving it's mark on the <br />Small, blue world - <br />Stand with me and hold a bone <br />From that first aquatic animal, <br />Freshly unearthed - and reach <br />Across time, past the movement of <br />Stars, the galaxy and space <br />And know that here, right now <br />You are a part of it. <br />I wonder if that Icthyosaur <br />Ever dreamed?<br /><br />Martin O'Neill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-small-thing/
