The world is made up of
bright colors and sweet soil,
of calm night and harsh day.
Of gleaming pebbles and long stories,
of crystal water and wavering shadows.
We people are made up of
long hair and bright eyes,
of fast-moving lips and tired hands.
Of crude huts and pounding tools,
of cotton wardrobes and stretched skin.
Our galaxy is made up of
infinite stars and black holes,
of tiny organisms and odd materials.
Of gases and liquids,
a balance of supply and demand.
But these are only just glimpses.
Glimpses of the big picture.