Of the universe
you and I are,
made of remnants
of a long lost star.

We ride this earth
as it orbits the sun,
spinning and spinning
till each day is done.

We are part of a galaxy,
the great Milky Way,
with billions of stars,
many light years away.

With trillions of galaxies
expanding in space,
we're but a speck
on our tiny place.

It began with a bang,
but the myth persists,
all we know is that
existence exists.