There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each unaware of the others
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in unison
Ages upon ages
before any eyes could see
year after year
thunderously pounding the shore as now
For whom? For what?
on a dead planet
with no life to entertain
Never at rest
tortured by energy
wasted prodigiously by the sun
pouring into space
A mite makes the sear roar
Deep in the sea
the pressure forces conformity
At the surface
complex new patterns are formed
that make others like themselves
and a new dance starts
Growing in size and complexity
living things
bursting with machinery
DNA and proteins
dancing an ever more extravagant pattern
Out of the cradle onto the dry land
here it is standing
atoms with consciousness
matter with curiosity
Standing in the sea
wondering at wondering
I
a universe of atoms
an atom in the universe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think we have all stood on the shore and contemplated the meaning of our existence. You put it into words very well.