Insignificant Poem by Christopher Soto

You're one in 7 billion struggling to survive,
with just a handful out of the trillions of problems
in which to conquer we all strive.

At times our tiny little issues grow as large as to block out the sun,
and our puny little ant like lives are engulfed in darkness,
with no where to run.

But when we zoom out of focus
from this planet we call home,
and reach out beyond the horizon
marked by the last star within our zone,
we can see this Earth is but a mere speck of dust
surrounded by cosmic activity,
so complex, so vast.

So if this rock on which we stand,
is nothing at all special when measured against more than just this land,
we become so minute and nearly worthless to all the stars,
and a wake up call takes place
reminding us how beautifully insignificant we are.