Tiny Bug Poem by Paul Butters

See the grandeur of our universe:
Flocks of far-flung galaxies,
Shrouded by clouds of swirling gas.

A vastness too great to comprehend,
Filled with solar systems
That defy imagination.

Yet none of this is as wondrous
As a tiny bug:
A "lickle life form"
That can look around
And say to itself
(In a language of its own) :
I am here.
This is my world.
No idea what is beyond
What I can sense,
But I know I'm here.
And even the greatest galaxy
Cannot do that.

© PB 19\3\2018.