The heavens consist of celestial bodies.
Sparkling like a multitude of diamonds
In a myriad of hues.
The purity of life
Within each point of light
Is truly amazing.
Our mere existence is relatively miniscule
In comparison to the significance
Of the vast Universe.
The bounds of time and space
Are exponentially infinte
And encompass everything.
We have little understanding
Of the galaxy's meaning.
And even less about our own souls.
Why then do we have the sense
To have what we call "Power"?
As true power is the creation of life
Not its destruction...