No,
Not those rants,
Of how many millions in the sky,
Or that if you’ve ever thought why.
Nothing intellectual , running in the veins.
Let’s Play with the present,
The things we have.
Now.
Many stars,
Many systems,
And to all the life forms.
A note of gratitude.
For existing,
To be witnessed.
By an insignificant Dot.
Such perspectives.
Social.
Should be’s.
And boy,
Do I still have the cheek,
To make time for this audacity.
And count my chickens,
And thank them enough.
Each day .
Dancing in the moon light.
Showered by a thousand sunshines.
Under the unnamed Gods and galaxies.
Dancing in the moon light.🌌.