An oblate spheroid covered in blues and greens
Here and there spots of brown,
the top and bottom covered in white,
So huge yet so tiny
Half of it in bright light,
the other half in shadow
The light side shadowed by clouds
On the shadowed side can be seen myriad spots of light
Move closer and you can see features
Through the clouds
Oceans and continents
Great rivers and seas
Closer still and mountain ranges stand out
Chasms and canyons, great mountains and forests
Tiny spots that become cities
Almost lost in the vastness
And closer still -
Those cities become buildings
Vast to the ants that crawl among them
Moving purposefully about their business
Each tiny ant a person,
Each person a world unto themself
With wants and needs,
Fears and hopes
A microcosm inside the vast macrocosm of the planet
Yet the planet is but a spec in the eye of the cosmos
It calls itself home to all of us
It's insignificance is awe inspiring
How can we be so important
When our home is but a tiny spec
Among other specs, among still others
Wipe it away and the universe will scarce take notice
All things will go on as they must
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem