The ultimate plan,
I just dont understand.
We are all somehow put together,
Particles of dust, water, vacum and ether.
That bulb in the sky is termed a star,
Seems so close but alas is so far.
The moth dangling on the ceiling,
I wonder what she is feeling.
Trillions and trillions of pieces perfectly in place,
Which includes the human race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a great piece of work penned - keep it up.