Maybe the universe is an ocean,
Deep and black,
So vast that we cannot se the opposite shore.
Perhaps the universe is a painting,
Not quite finished,
And never will be.
The universe could be a piece of woven cloth,
That some higher entity is weaving.
Keep weaving forever, so that the universe can go on for infinity.
What if the universe were actually a great web,
Spun by a giant spider in an intricate and unique pattern.
Stars would be the glittering dew drops,
Shining on each single strand of satin thread.
How vast the universe is, I know not.
It could be small, or it could go on forever.
I believe it is large, so large that it's greatest
Secrets might never be revealed.
Do you feel small?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Poet Stella! I love this writing about the Universe, to top it off, it's all done in your beautiful verse! ! ! ! A+++ More, MOre! ! !